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Perfectly Imperfect

Perfectly Imperfect

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Romance
LOVE. For me that is the most powerful thing that existed to this world. The most influencing thing that everyone of us can't escape or prevent. It is sound explainable. Love can change and kill us. Sometimes it can make us feel alive but it also the reason why we'll feel like we've died. And that is what makes me scared of it. Because I know if I've love someone I will loose my self and I can't handle that! But everything changed when me and my mother moved to province where my soon to be step-dad / uncle lives... And right now I'm not sure if love killed or make me feel alive, but one thing is for sure... Love is... *PERFECTLY IMPERFECT. * DATE STARTED ; November 16,2022 DATE FINISHED ; February 1, 2024
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I lost my mom at 11, that's when it started. My dad became a drunk and I was left to take care of my 3-month-old baby sister. Now I'm 23, graduated a few years ago and my sister, now 12, can understand what happened. She never fully understood when I needed someone to and I didn't have many friends that stuck around afterwards. Until I met him. We were friends first, then the feelings got deeper. He asked me to be his girlfriend. He was my first kiss, first date, first real friend, first love, everything. I loved him and I do. I've said it. Now all we do is fight. I don't know why we can't figure things out, but I can't take this fighting. I just want things to go back to the way things were. The way we used to be... Happy, carefree teens that pretended we had the whole world figured out.

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