Wild Card
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  • Reads 161,839
  • Votes 5,100
  • Parts 29
  • Time 2h 15m
Ongoing, First published Jan 30, 2015
"I've learned that you can’t predict [love] or plan for it. For someone like me who is obsessed with organization and planning, I love the idea that love is the one exception to that. Love is the one Wild Card." - Taylor Swift
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Protecting Leah

52 parts Complete Mature

I don't know what real love is. All my life I've been running from people who have hearts the size of pebbles no one's ever loved me. I know that for a fact. It says it right here in bold print in the corner of a blank folder that holds my life story. Well really my life story was one paragraph but who could say that that folder held my life story, the only one who knows the story is me. My story tells of my life for the past four years. The heart break, the pain, the broken promises also crumbling foster homes, orphanages with screaming toddlers and Taylor Swift, no one had ever loved me. The only person who had taught me that I was good enough to love had blonde hair, blue eyes and carried a guitar.