I Hope You Dance

I Hope You Dance

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Stories, whether it is fictional or realistic are believed and are expected to set off happily and all the problems are resolved. A lot of people does, but not all. Especially me. I never thought someone would find time to put their interest and love in me. But the feeling makes me so special, that you get to feel that you are so beautiful. That even those little things you do has a great impact to him. Let's see where the story of my life leads to. This is a work of fiction and no one is intended to be afflicted and co-related with the topic, issues and problems presented in the story. Josue Kyle Cruz
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Our moms were best friends. There wasn't much more to it than that. Every holiday, vacation and weekend, I was forced to spend time with Jax and his family. When I was four years old and he drenched my favorite blouse in ketchup, Jax and I became arch enemies...and then - somehow - we became best friends. But like I said, there wasn't much more to it than that. Mostly. Okay, so of course I liked him a little. How could I not? Even though Jax was annoying at times, he was also funny, athletic, popular, and downright hot, and I was his nerdy little best friend. He was my protector, the one who rescued me countless times from countless threats. We shared more than just friendship... Until the death of Jax's mother. The grief drove a wedge between us, and only so much more grief would follow. But pain has a way of tearing people apart, only to force them back together again. That's what happened to us. And, unfortunately, the only way around pain is through it. Trigger Warning: This book contains references to physical abuse and sexual trauma. Please read cautiously, and remember to take care of yourself.

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