THE GANGSTERS NERDY FIANCE

THE GANGSTERS NERDY FIANCE

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Romance
You don't know how much I have suffered. You can never have an idea. Let me share to you how I see life being not a fairy tale. Well of course, people were born to see how unfair the world is and how unfair life is. We learned through experience how to balance it. We share the same feeling, pain and love, that leads to break us down yet we manage to go through and move on. Life is not a fairy tale indeed, for there's not such a thing that exists. But in fact, life means to balance and be better than any other worse. Do you know who you really are? Do you know why you were born? Do you know why you deserve a thousand of chances despite of the sins and mistakes you've done? And do you know . . . . what it means to feel such pain?
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They say love is a choice. But what if the choice you made had nothing to do with love? We didn't marry because we were in love. We married because we both needed something- And each other was just... convenient. He needed a wife. I needed the money. So we signed the papers, wore the masks, and promised we wouldn't fall. But nothing about him is simple. He was the boy I loathed the most when I was twelve. Five years older, always out of reach, always one step ahead. Now, we're under the same roof, bound by the same lie. And yet, he still feels miles away. He's cold. Detached. Always in control. And I hate how effortlessly he gets under my skin. Me? I keep my thoughts sharp and my walls higher. I never let anyone see me falter. And I'm always mindful of the image I project-especially when no one's watching. And now, I'm slowly forgetting the rules we set when we said, "I do." This wasn't supposed to mean anything. But now, we're halfway into something neither of us knows how to name. And the thing about secrets? They always ask for more.

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