Your favorite person

Your favorite person

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'Love me when I least deserve it, that's when I need it most.' - Swedish Proverb I strongly believe that all of us have downed on this earth for a purpose. Some of us ave already found this purpose, fulfilling the life of their loved ones with joy and happiness. Others work their arses off in persuasion of a career, spot-on ambitious, striving for greatness and not caring who they have to bring down in order to get up. Secretly, I believe we are all bothered by the opinions of others, endeavoring pleasing anyone and everyone. Being perfect, constantly content and supreme in every single action we undertake. But why be bothered ? Why be bothered if love has found you ? If you've experienced the feeling of having a love as deep as the ocean, a love like a rose, whose beauty you wish to keep, a love that has you fighting from passion, never from dislike. A love that makes you hungry, keeps you on the edge, makes you want more. A love in which you find compassion, in which you cherish, in which you adore. Take my hand, along a journey that helps me free my mind and opens up your own. My name is Amelie Ahlstroml, this is my story.
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I used to think there'd be no living without you. Then, you walked away. Like it was the easiest thing in the world. We finally stopped making sense to you. So, you left. Why wouldn't you. It didn't matter that it still made sense to me. That I still held on to all those what ifs and unanswered questions of us. Still hoped for things to work out somehow. Still needed things to work out. Needed it like food and water. This story might not make much sense to you, reader. It was written for him. And in many ways for myself. But I am grateful for your desire to explore our life's tale non the less. It was quite something. I hope you'll get something out of it.

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