Change in Heart

Change in Heart

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My love life was VERY complicated. The perfection of a romance never seemed to last long for me, I never understood why. George took my breath away every time I saw him. His blue eyes and long dark hair that made my insides melt. I could even learn to except his cocky side. He was perfect. He was that boy who made me weak at the knees and affected the range of my heartbeat whenever he was near me The day my parents gave me 'the news', my whole life changed. George betrayed me and broke my heart. I promised myself i would never trust another boy again. The heartache began and the pain of being away from George didn't fade over time like they said it would. Instead it grew and tortured me until I couldn't control the way my body reacted to being apart from him. Sat in a stuffy library catching up on unfinished work. It was where i least expected it. That's where i saw him... and my life felt like it began again. A change in heart....
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He took a whiff of his cigarette before pulling me close to him. My heart was thumping so hard against my chest that I was afraid he'd feel it as I was pressed so tightly against him. He lowered his lips to mine and I instinctively opened my mouth as I captured the smoke. I wanted nothing more than to cough but I was dead set on proving to him that I wasn't as stuck up as he thought I was. He looked at me intently and I could see the glaze covering his eyes. "You passed" He said and I let out the breath I was holding. I passed. That was all that mattered to me. He smiled at me and I couldn't help myself as I was affected by him so I returned his smile. Follow the adventure of my #Firsts on #JustWriteIt

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