A Special Number Eleven

A Special Number Eleven

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesTerminé mer., déc. 30, 20152 h 20 min
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Romance
How did I waste a year of my life with a man that made me feel like less then nothing. With a man that beat me and ripped life away from me. After all the love I got as a child I still couldn't distinguish what was real and what was not. My true love was possibly infront of me since the day I was born. His my best friend and his the only one that can love me the way I need it. - Nia-malita Altarmira Emboaba This is the third book of the Elevens. If you haven't read the previous books, it would be awesome if you took a look at it. For those who have, I hope that you guys will love this one as much , if not more as the first too. -kerniciacarlaxo-
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Love. Something that I've always believed in. Something my mom taught me is the most beautiful, precious thing in the world. Some people say gives your life a purpose, and some say it completes you. Some say it's beautiful, some say it's pain. But for me it's her. She's love. She's the only meaning of love I've ever known, Anaaya. I love her the way I've never thought it's possible, and I love every tiny thing about her I didn't know I'd love and I've lost count. And I still can't call her mine, but I knew since the beginning. I am hers. Only hers, more than I belonged to myself, I belonged to her. But here I am in the darkness of night, under the stars, as they witness her turning her back on me and walking away leaving me in this darkness where I couldn't find myself without her. Every drop of her tear burnt me into ashes, every ounce of her pain killed me a million times, I no longer know how many times I died seeing her hurt. Her dark eyes, the mirror of the night sky. No longer held the twinkle of the brightest stars. It was just darkness now thats surrounding me. I've lost her. My Anaaya. And standing here with a stray tear, I wonder... will she ever love someone like me. ******************* Love is pain, but it's also beautiful. And you cannot forget your first love. Author's Note : This book is the part two of the book "With A Girl Like Me". Before you read this, please read the part one.

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