For the Record, I loved you.

For the Record, I loved you.

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Eliana Arellano and Will Smith have always been close, best friends with a complicated past and feelings that never seem to go away. From high school prom night and almost-kisses to college breakups and quiet heartbreaks, their story is full of missed chances and unspoken words. Years later, Eliana becomes a sports reporter and ends up covering the NHL team Will just got drafted to. He's distant, and she's still hurt. But old feelings don't just disappear.. and neither do the "what ifs." For the Record, I loved you is a story about love that doesn't go away, timing that never feels right, and two people who keep finding their way back to each other. ___ Beginning is end of high school then there's a time skip to their time in Boston, and ofc the NHL.
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Never in a million years did I think I would cross paths with him again. Michael Woods. The boy who broke my heart. The boy who picked hockey over me. The boy who left me behind. After giving three years of my life to him, it was all over after his college graduation. He went his way and I went mine. But I never imagined landing a job at his agency when I moved to Boston four years later, let alone as his assistant. A job that's meant for me to service him, do as he asks, and give him all smiles. So, I play the part. I play the nice, kind, sweet assistant in public and ignore him like my life depends on it in private. The thought of getting close to him again terrifies me because I know. I know that once I let him again, I'll never be able to let him out. And if I do, it'll be at the cost of my heart, and this time he'll leave it broken beyond repair. I used to think he was forever mine. But hockey changed everything. What would he do now if he had to make that choice? Me? Or hockey? Or both? . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of death by accident and depression

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