First Met [COMPLETED]

First Met [COMPLETED]

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I dont believe at love at first sight, never thought of falling at fast but everytime you smile, every time you cry I am mesmerize. I like how my reflection coming from your eyes. I never thought meeting you was the most heaven and hell to me. Heaven when I feel you and Hell when you leave me. How this small admiration deeper and goes way to love. They say in ways to mans heart is through his stomach that's lie because in way through mans heart is the woman they loved. A man only love woman and I am proud to say I love her, not by her beauty, her past but the woman she is. The woman who I fell at the first sight of seeing her. --- ✔️WRITTEN IN TAGLISH ✔️UNEDITED ✔️GRAMTICALLY INCORRECT ✔️COMPLETED
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August

There are moments when life feels perfect, as though the universe has conspired to freeze time, wrapping you in its golden haze. But perfection whispers its warning, "Are you sure?" Because nothing in this world is ever ours to keep, everything is fleeting. August is a season of almost, a love that slips through your fingers like sand leaving only the memory of warmth. It's a month that lingers briefly then vanishes, much like the way "you and I". For Matthew Augustus Napoleon, love was a fleeting summer storm, a sweet, reckless surrender to a boy who wasn't his to keep. In their world of hidden glances and sun-drenched afternoons, they promised each other forever, but forever was always an illusion. Now, all that remains are echoes of laughter, shadows of touch, and the bittersweet truth that some loves are meant to be felt, not held. August isn't just a season-it's a memory, a question, a goodbye that never truly left.

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