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The Lover's Symphony

The Lover's Symphony

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Justin Bieber
"I love you," he murmured against my lips. I shut my eyes and savored the feeling of his mouth softly moving against mine, sighing in contentment. "I need to go now" He whispered a few endearing minutes later. He shot me a sad smile before turning around and walking off into the distance. Then a thought hit me. I never got to tell him I loved him, too. ___________________________________________________________________________________ It didn't occur to Kelsey Pierce that one singing competition would lead to a spiral of friendship, betrayal, and love. She meets Justin Bieber, a boy with an inexplicable past, scarring him forever. However that didn't stop him from hiding behind the curtains with a misleading act showcasing to everyone. There's a connection evident between them but neither of them wants to accept their feelings. It takes numerous encounters, play dates, and bickering to realize the affection and attraction. But it's not like love is easy. It's actually quite complex, especially for someone who's never experienced it.
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Re•sent•ment: The act of hating - no, loathing Justin Bieber. (Yes, I'm well aware that's not the actual definition, but it might as well be . . .) It's been ten years since we've seen each other and the feelings are still as strong. I'm not going to bore you with all the details of how our love was once intoxicating, consuming, and perfect. Because it was . . . until it wasn't. I've been fine without him. I haven't missed his cruelty, his coldness and his spite. And after the ugliest breakup in the history of breakups, I forced myself to move on. Year by year, the feelings I had for him slowly drifted away, but one encounter with him recently changed everything. One encounter made me realize how the heart doesn't forget, and how my mind is going to have to work overtime to make sure I never forget my definition of resentment. ----- NOT MY STORY full credit : N.London

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