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Fastidious

Fastidious

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación dom, jun 4, 2023
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Ficción
Romance
Pain is constantly letting others rip you open and put tape over the broken pieces. Pain is crying because you are afraid of the dangerous cycle of love you have been shown. Pain is forgiving, even though you know it'll happen again. Pain soon dulls itself and transforms into love. A toxic love cycle that you are afraid to let go of because you are used to it. Love is taking that pain and pushing it aside to make others comfortable. Love is continuing to be vulnerable even when you are hurt. Love is forgiving and trying to forget. Love is pains antagonist, The ranting of a broken soul taped together almost perfectly... or so they thought.
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Started: 10/28/2025 Ended: 08/05/2026 I knew he was married, but I still let myself fall. We were friends before his wife came, not close, not strangers either. We never said what we truly felt, maybe because we were afraid to give it meaning. But fate played its cruel trick. We ended up living in the same boarding house, different rooms, the same secret. We both knew it was wrong, yet we crossed the line anyway. He was my first, my first love, my first sin, my first heartbreak. I thought I could handle it, but loving him was slowly destroying me. So I did the only thing that could save what was left of me. I left him. Because sometimes, walking away doesn't mean you stopped loving. It just means you've finally learned to love yourself.

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