HER'S ; his perspective

HER'S ; his perspective

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Romance
Rowan a 26 old man had deeply fell in love with a girl named Amara who he met in central park of NYC on a Christmas day. His never spoken love towards her woken up his creative side as an artist. The tale goes through Rowans memorable meeting with Amara and their unnamed bond which leads to his painting "HER'S". It was all her's, everything i hold now is flowing through her. i was colourless until i met her, she welcomed me to a new world which she made by her blind eyes. Yes, she's blind but for me, she is the only one who opened my eyes to a colourful world. She always ask me "are we friends? " and i'll say Yes. how can i say i love her when she believes that love shown to her is out of sympathy. How can i say to her we are not just friends, we are stable halves of eachother and my love is not out of sympathy and it's all about her soul which enlighten me, which shown up as a light in my darkness. i will.... somedays.
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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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