AWAKE.

AWAKE.

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Romance
Love is a day dream. With no true definition, we spend our entire lives fantasizing about what love could be. We wonder...If they buy me flowers and surprise me with spontaneous romance, does that mean they love me? If they constantly chase after me even when I'm sprinting at a pace they'll never catch up to, will they never leave me? Would they take a bullet for me? Would they die for my love? Would you die for love? Hunter finds herself in a spew of unidentified questions that she yearns to answer. She goes from being a person who thought she had her whole life planned and tracked, to being a person who doesn't know what they want at all. As her dream begins to fade away, she's forced to wake up and accept reality. credit: Special shoutout to @beingstefs on Instagram. She's a beautiful woman and my inspiration for my main character, Hunter Olivia West
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I adored the way love appeared on the big screen-two people destined to go to great lengths just to be together. Above all else, they bent the world to make space for their love. And yet, I never once asked why: if love is boundless, without constraint, why does it so often arrive as an interruption-demanding more than it can give? Maya says love recognizes no barriers. I take that as gratitude for those with genuine hearts and sound minds. As for me, if you must intrude, disturb my peace-not my time. I remember the first time you let my heart bleed. We were young, and I prayed to God to change your mind-but my life was just beginning. I told myself, if it's meant to be, it will find its way back to me. So I wiped my tears and continued on my way. But then I found you again. Maybe I should have turned the other way. Maybe I should have been harder, colder, wiser. But something in me stayed soft. And just maybe-you were the answer. So I stayed. And I pray that my love for you won't be the end of me.

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