Amelie
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I want her to say that she love me, like she loved him but I couldn't find it in her eyes and it broke me into a million pieces. She can't love me that way, and I need to face it. But I can't. I still love her no matter what, and I'll always love her and it felt pathetic and wrong. I'd chase pavements all my life even if it looks like it leads me to nowhere, because I know it leads me to Amelie; the new Amelie that wants to start everything over again. ---- A one-shot Romance contest entry.
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