The Unwritten Symphony

The Unwritten Symphony

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Romance
He was a river and I was drowning in him. My name is Samantha Hillary and this is my untold story. On my first day of University, my eyes found him and from that moment, they never looked away. I knew he was the 'ONE' and life, as I knew it, was over. My soul recognized a love so deep, it threatened to consume me. From that day forward, forgetting him was impossible, and my world was turned upside down. This is the story of a love that defied reason, of a girl who dared to believe in destiny and the choice that would change everything.
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