Eyes on You

Eyes on You

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I was blind for almost my whole life..Yeah I couldn't see anything but I'm certainly not weak. I met a man with deep-beautiful voice that held my attention. Yes, I was attracted to him! But he was a perverted jerk! We always bumped to each other and one things lead to another. After finally I could find a donor for my eyes, I looked at the mirror and looked at the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. And also the eyes have the memories of certain man that keep flashing through it. I felt the love of the owner to that person. My heart kept beating fast whenever I saw that person. Who was he? What happened to the real owner of the eyes? What kind of emotion that could make the eyes hold onto the memory so strongly? How about Rosie and Matt? Meet Rosie and her journey in her life and love only in Eyes on You. Enjoy it :)
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Twelve years ago, he drove away with my heart in his hands. I've moved on since then. Or so I thought. Growing up in a small town, there weren't too many options when it came to friends. But, even in a sea of a million, I'd always choose Jake Jameson. I felt safe with him. Safe with my secrets, my dreams and eventually - my heart. I thought we'd have forever together. That was a long time ago. I thought I'd forgotten those piercing blue eyes and the sound of his laugh. I tried to obliterate the memory of his touch from my mind. But, one single glance, as he stands at my door, twelve years later, and I'm suddenly transported back to a simpler time when love was easy, and my heart was whole. The problem? I'm marrying his best friend.

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