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The neverending story I wrote in Paris
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Ongoing, First published Nov 26, 2023
The event occurred in 1940s, Paris...
 A woman who thought there was no hope of retrieving love because of all of her past experiences with love and a man with no interest in love but his love for art falling in love with this woman. Throughout these couples falling in love in the city of love, the man and woman had both written diaries from their point-of-views describing how they came to be.
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Chronicles of becoming

4 parts Ongoing Mature

In her thirties, she walked away from a life that felt like it was closing in-leaving behind the familiar streets of Europe, a routine love, and the safety of everything she knew. Drawn by the promise of something greater, something electric, she chose New York. A city of endless lights, endless possibilities, and endless illusions. But instead of finding herself, she found emptiness. Nights blurred into fleeting encounters, brief touches that never lingered, and hollow moments disguised as connection. Beneath the vibrant pulse of the city, she felt nothing. No love, no fire, no sense of belonging-just a growing void. These are her chronicles-a raw and intimate journey of a woman lost between who she was and who she thought she could become. It's a story of longing, of chasing meaning in a world that offers only illusions, and of coming to terms with a brutal truth: sometimes, before you can find yourself, you have to confront the emptiness inside.