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Love, Avvenire

Love, Avvenire

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mié, jul 17, 2013
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Life is such a twisted thing. But in the end, it's still a circle, the start connected to the end. I believe that everything is connected, that everything will end well, completing what is started. The past and the future may seem opposites, but really in the end they're still stuck in the same cycle. Sure, you may ask, "Hey isn't your name the Italian word for future too?" My answer to you, yes. However my 'future' and theirs is different. Mine goes in round swirls, collecting pieces of beautiful memories and stories of the past as it moves on. Theirs travels fast, hasty, almost furious, leaving the shattered smithereens of what's left of the past behind in the dark
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You know when you were younger and they told you that you could be whoever you wished to be? You could grow up and become whatever you set your mind and heart upon? Yep, well I'm here to tell you that's a complete load of bull. So as I stared across at my fiancé, our hands conjoined as he read his vows- it dawned on me. Getting married at age 23 to a self centered lawyer who viewed me as more of his little prodigé than his actually wife was not what I wanted. Becoming a defense attorney at a record age to a company own by said husband that I'll never be taken seriously in was definitely not what I wanted. And making my parents happy by completely shutting down any hopes and dreams I've ever had. was absolutely not what I wanted. "Nope." I shook my head, glancing between the priest and Jake, my soon-to-be, as I yanked my hands out of his. "W-what?" He stuttered, looking back at me mortified along with everyone else in the chapel. "Fuck this." I shook my head, as I lifted my dress and quickly made my way back down the isle that was littered with people I'd never seen before. So, few hours later and I'm on the first flight to Maine. Why? Well, shit happens. *this book is unedited

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