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wat if ur imaginary friend was ur true love

wat if ur imaginary friend was ur true love

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Mar 14, 2016
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Romance
Adele was sweet, funny, chubby seven year old, desperately seeking love from herself obsessed mother, Vivienne, and her father who was wrapped up in a new life with his beautiful young girlfriend. Adeles only friend was handsome, funny sweet loving, thirty something Max. he was different, no one els could see him, or believe he existed beyond the realms of Adele's very creative imagination, the pair would talk from morning to night. as Adele grew older, though, time came for Max to leave Adeles side. But Adele couldn't forget him more than twenty years after Max said goodbye, Adele catches a glimpse of that unforgotten face,her heart pouring, she can't believe it is true - could it really be Max? this time Max isn't just a fiment of her imagination. But will the path of true love be a smooth one? and will Adele get her happy ever after
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Destined

I sat in the library. There was not a single person in sight. There was just complete, suffocating silence. Then the silence shattered when I heard loud footsteps. Each step got louder and louder. I looked up and saw . . . Max. He stood right before of me. His hair held in a slick quiff and his beautiful lips curved in a grin. My heart started to beat rapidly. I watched him hopelessly as he bent down, towards me, near me. His face inches away from me. I could feel his cold breath on my face. "You still love me, don't you?" He asked in his deep voice. The answer was yes, I did love him. . . but I can't tell him that. I don't want him to repeat all the things he did to me. I don't want him to make me cry for hours. But will he love me for real this time if I forgive him? If I don't forgive him, will I ever forget him? Will I ever be able to give love a second chance? "Okay, I admit that the description was horrendous. But please don't let the description prevent you from reading this, please give this story a try. Please?"

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