LET ME BE THE ONE : Some Hearts Don't Just Fall In Love. They Recognize It - David Maillu Mwalimu - Wattpad

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LET ME BE THE ONE : Some Hearts Don't Just Fall In Love. They Recognize It

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"I am Orion Magita-a man built on lessons love thought I'd never learn. I've been shaped by heartbreak, stitched by hope, and dragged across the messy battlefield where romance, fate, and bad timing collide.

I've met women who left me with scars deeper than apologies. Charlene? She taught me passion so intense it burned even after she was gone. Mary? She schooled me in patience... right before vanishing without warning. Was it karma returning a favor? Or was I just a master at loving women who only came to teach, not stay?

Then Juliet arrived. Soft-spoken, strong-willed, the kind of woman who doesn't just see the cracks you hide-she traces them like art and calls them beautiful. She stood by me when life turned grey. But even she couldn't erase the shadow of Nicole Mbeyu-my all-time crush, the woman my heart wrote poems about before I even knew what love was.

Tell me-how do you choose between the woman who's here, the woman who once loved you, and the woman you've always dreamed of? Does the heart follow logic? Or is it just a reckless traveler, chasing echoes of feelings we can't let go?

Fate, as always, has a twisted sense of humor. Just when I thought I'd finally figured things out, it placed all three women in the same chapter of my life-forcing me to face every question I had been running from. Who do you hold on to when holding on means letting someone else go? And when you finally say Let Me Be the One, who gets to hear it... and who gets left with silence?

Let Me Be the One isn't just about romance-it's about recognition. About the way love can be both cruel and kind, sarcastic and sincere, selfish and selfless. It's about the moments that make you laugh at the absurdity of it all, even while your heart is breaking.

Because sometimes, love doesn't knock. It strolls in like it owns the place, flips through your memories, and reminds you-it never lost the key."

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