After You, Still You

After You, Still You

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She was the quiet force behind a rising fashion empire. He was the man who once promised her forever and walked away from it. When Lily Hale accepts a dream offer in Paris, she doesn't just leave behind New York. She leaves behind the man who shattered her heart. But love never really disappears. It lingers in half-packed boxes, in missed calls, and in the scent of cologne on a shirt that should've been thrown out months ago. Two years later, a chance encounter under the Roman lights brings them face to face. They are older, more guarded, and still painfully unfinished. Set against the backdrop of haute couture, hidden wounds, and second chances. After You, Still you is a story of love lost and found, of ambition, betrayal, and the impossible task of letting go when your heart has other plans.
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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?

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