A Story I Never Planned
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Last published Tue, Mar 24, 2026
This isn't just a love story-it's the most beautiful chapter of the author's life, one that remains unfinished. It carries the innocence of first love, moments filled with happiness, and then the kind of circumstances that stopped the relationship from reaching its destiny.
It's the story of dreams that were shared but never fulfilled.
It's the story of someone who loved with all their heart, but fate chose to leave that love incomplete.
Readers will feel the fragrance of love, the ache of separation, and the haunting question that lingers: "What if...?"
But no need to worry. So what if my story is incomplete? The beauty of it lies in its incompleteness, because what life couldn't fulfill, the author's imagination will.
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