The Signs That Came True

The Signs That Came True

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Did you ever wished for true love? What about wished for signs that your true love will come? Did you pray day and night just so God may grant one of your love wishes? Such a childish act, right? But some things happened for a reason, wished or not. You may love the wrong person, but that's how life goes, you can't predict things. There are a lot things better for you, you may regret it at first but you will soon learn that, it's how God planned all of that. Our life is a book that needs filling up the pages, pages that will tell us that sometimes we do mistakes and sometimes not. Lessons must be learned and applied. Childish acts. Heartbreaks. Alone. Happiness. Love and sorrow. Signs that you don't know if there's a chance if it's going to happen or not. A 50% of fantasy and reality. Sometimes, you will just wish for The Signs That Came True.
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They say love is a choice. But what if the choice you made had nothing to do with love? We didn't marry because we were in love. We married because we both needed something- And each other was just... convenient. He needed a wife. I needed the money. So we signed the papers, wore the masks, and promised we wouldn't fall. But nothing about him is simple. He was the boy I loathed the most when I was twelve. Five years older, always out of reach, always one step ahead. Now, we're under the same roof, bound by the same lie. And yet, he still feels miles away. He's cold. Detached. Always in control. And I hate how effortlessly he gets under my skin. Me? I keep my thoughts sharp and my walls higher. I never let anyone see me falter. And I'm always mindful of the image I project-especially when no one's watching. And now, I'm slowly forgetting the rules we set when we said, "I do." This wasn't supposed to mean anything. But now, we're halfway into something neither of us knows how to name. And the thing about secrets? They always ask for more.

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