<3~Aussie's mexican~<3

<3~Aussie's mexican~<3

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Feb 24, 2023
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Romance
"do you love me? do you love me? could you ever really love me?" this part of a song made Alex smile. It reminds him of something. But what does he get reminded of? His lover, Matthew. Matthew and Alex had been dating quite a long time. The mix of an Australian and a Mexican is going to be interesting. Just like their love story. Alex still thinks it's a dream, he doesn't want to wake up from. trigger warnings: -past trauma -not the best grammar -lgbtq+ -kind of drama -mental issues -mention of: abuse, alcohol, sex, kinda drugs and more -recommended for people at the age of 13+ but people under 13 will read it anyway- -lots of swearing -German to English translations I hope you enjoy this story anyways.
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* TRIGGER WARNING* there may or may not be parts of this book that people may find upsetting. It talks about mental illness. Also it talks about religion so if any of these things may trigger you then I recommenced not reading this. However feel free to talk to me because I'm hear to support y'all. 16-year-old Matthew is on the lengthy journey of self-acceptance and discovery. How will he cope with a rising taste for a blonde boy who managed the earth on his fingertips like crushed berries. Will he learn to love himself? Or will he allow his doubt to control him and his sprouting relationship? "Taste me in crimson so that when we taste no more, when age will turn our buds sour and memories hazy, that I have hope to scour my letterbox and find you wrapped pristine silk, next to an image of June. Within your eyes, euphoric." Acknowledgements 1# slice of life 15/01/21 23# closeted 15/01/21

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