A kind of love that lasts even after death, the kind in which both partners feel the same ever so strongly that every time they think about not being together it hurts , the kind in which me and my partner can look each other in the eyes and smile at the same time. Our moments of laughter at nothing just because, the comfortable silence without talking, but enjoying each other's presence. Knowing we were meant to be, knowing we are soulmates. I want that type of love, I want to be loved in that way. ---------- Diary of 17-year-old Amara rose is struggling with trying to fit in and is depressed. Read along as she tries to figure herself out.
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