Love Misunderstood

Love Misunderstood

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I only ever met one man I'd call truly noble. He was a man who was misunderstood and worthy of the world, yet everyone saw him differently. That was until I saw his true colours. The more I caught his eye the more he noticed me. We would pass each other, I would always stare a little longer at his back, wondering his story. People used to move out of the hallways if they saw him approaching whereas people would come and talk to me. He kept to himself, I was never alone, he had no friends, I was friends with everyone, I never saw him talk to anyone I spoke to many. we were polar opposites. At least that's what I thought until that day in the library, that is where I will start this story. Everyone is different, I hate the word "different", I much prefer the word unique. Unique is the only way to describe him. This is not just a story about love, it is about helping two souls who act differently but are the same on the inside, it shows the messy parts that aren't shown in movies, the tragedy, and the comedy but most of all the sizzling romance between two broken people who became one. Who is this story about? Caden James. But this is not just his story, It is ours.
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He hurt me. While in the process, I hurt myself as well. I love her. While in the process, I know I won't live long as well. I'm told by those closest to me to lower my expectations because I can't even reach them. I'm told by those closest to me to forget about it to avoid the hurt and pain that will follow, but I can't. Every time I see him, he has someone new, someone prettier, skinnier, blonde, and overall...better. Every time I see her, I hate myself even more, with the girl attached to my side to make her jealous, hoping she'd look this way. I try to hate him, I try every day, I try harder to hate him than to love him. I try to hate her, I try every day, but my love is stronger than my hate. If it means to stay close to her, I'll hate her. I'm too ugly. She is just perfect. In every way. She is perfect. Started: 1/07/2025

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