this is not a love story

this is not a love story

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i wasn't lying when i say that i have never felt this oh-so-life-changing word they call love. maybe because i am just not up for it or maybe because i find it hard. after all, loving someone is a pain in the ass. and that is what i thought.. until she came. her that gave new vibrant colors to my monochromatic world, and i thought " is this love? " hues that strangely made someone like me blindly, utterly, deeply, and madly attracted. at first i find it hard to believe, but maybe it is. maybe i am about to leapt through another chapter of my life, a new beginning with someone i can call my own. a fun part, and a plot twist. this is the story of me with her.
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It's summer - the end of my first year of college. And I am home again, more than a little worse for the wear. College hadn't gone how I had expected it to go. After two years of the grind to get in, I thought I would find the kind of magic I saw in American high school movies, which I had been denied of in school - late nights, parties, wild adventures with whacky best friends, romance.... everything one is told is supposed to happen in one's teenage years. After two years of watching my classmates grow up and enter this world, I thought it was my turn, now. I thought my college life would be like a coming-of-age movie. But in reality? It wouldn't make a good story, of any kind - not even a sad one. The only thing I found were shiftless friends, stifling academic pressure and heartbreak. So now I was home - a little bruised, a little broken. A few dreams in shards around my feet. Turns out, I needn't have worried. The summer that followed changed my life. The summer of - after a hectic, stressful year - nothing at all. Nothing, and yet - everything.

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