The Feeling Of Falling In Love
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  • Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Jul 01, 2024
The love of your life, your motivation to breathe again.

Here is the story of two girls, one of them falling in love and feeling herself open up even more (given her circumstances) and the other fell in love also but pulls away in the same breath. 

Shakani is an 18-year-old girl who has recently lost her mother, her protecter, but stands in front of a new high school graduate at a random buffet in Las Vegas, trying to get her number. Don't let that fool you, the pain is still great, and it hurts just remembering that the most important woman in her life is gone. Although she tries to move forward with Daniella.

Daniella is 17 turning 18 in less than a month nut this story isn't about her. 

This story is about Falling in love, with the wrong people and the right. What does it feel like Shakani?
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This would be really boring. You don't need to waste time reading this. Not just boring, it might be even heartbreaking. The story was still going on, and therefore I had no idea whether it would end in a tragedy or not, but I had a feeling it would. And it did. We broke up under the striking, burning sun of 19th September, 2016. I write usually in a monotone description, therefore don't judge if you read this. My name is Rue, and I wish my life could be like the picture I put as a cover of my story, colourful, calm, and with a soulmate who keeps loving me all the way. However, things never happen as what we would like them to happen. I don't love my life, but I want to remember all that once happened. I want to look back one day, when I'm fully grown, and smile or tell my old self right now that I'm dumb. Mostly and lastly, I just want to remember him, the one I very much remember right now, but will fade in times to come. It is already fading now, and I only hope that I can write them all before they disappear from my mind, forever...