Love, Annotated

Love, Annotated

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Romance
Love, Annotated follows Alex Reyes, a Filipino living in Kyoto, who leaves handwritten notes in books as a way to connect with strangers. When American writer Samantha finds one of his notes, they begin a slow-blooming connection, sharing books, stories, and their personal struggles. As they navigate their pasts and the complexities of their lives, their bond deepens, showing them the power of words, quiet moments, and unexpected connections. This is also a reimagining of my tagalog short story Post It.
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