A beautiful mistake ...

A beautiful mistake ...

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Fanfic
Wizarding World: Harry Potter
Maybe its right ..? Maybe not ..? We can't know till the the outcomes of our decisions . Love is a weird thing ... isn't it !? It gives you bestest feeling and saddest heart ... When a person loves you back its the best you can wish for ... But when He doesn't even ancknowledge your , let alone returns it ... It's hard to remain around him , helping him with his love , life and just about everything . And It's hardest when you can never be anything more than an unnoticed classmate he would never remember ... But It's what Avanna Feilds go through everyday ... smiling and laughing . But How long can she keep this secret ? How long can she cope with her breaking heart ? How long will it take her to break ? And what happens when ... If I told you every twist wouldn't the story get boring !? Read and find out ...
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"In it's purest form, even time envied love I suppose. Because it was eternal, it didn't have a beginning or an end or anything in between. It just was. It just was, in the same sense that the moon was always inescapably in love with the sun. They were always too far apart to meet, but as the moon set and the sun began to peak over the horizon, and they saw each other for the briefest of fleeting moments, that- that is what love is. And still, all the moon ever got to see was the morning glow from the edges of it's beloved sun, before it's eyes closed and it had to sleep all over again, until it could catch a glimpse of the setting rays that reflected against it's own solitary purity. That's what love was. Never knowing, not quite seeing, but always feeling. Love always felt, always conquered, always was. And this love always was. Always was written in the stars, always was planned by the universe, always was going to break my heart and fix it back up again. Because the stars forbade anything else."

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