Finding Love *EDITING/REWRITING*

"Anna," he gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, "I'm just gonna say it... I love you, Annabelle Simmons."

He grabbed my hands, cupping them in his own.

So this is what love feels like. I closed my eyes, trapping my tears before they unwillingly fell down my cheeks.

"I can't-"

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Have you ever wanted something so bad it's all you can think about? Well, that's my case. My name is Annabelle Simmons and I am a 23 year old college student. 18 years ago my parents were killed in a car accident on their way back from picking up my Christmas present. Though I was young and naive, I saw the love and admiration in their eyes when they'd smile at each other, hug each other, or even look at each other. It had been the kind of love everyone wanted. The kind of love that made anti-romantic people gag in disgust.

So the day my parents died, I promised I wouldn't live a miserable life. I promised them and myself that I would grow up, graduate from high-school, get my Masters Degree and live life to the fullest. But mostly, I promised them that one day I would find love as strong and powerful as theirs.

I would find my prince charming, no matter how much I had to go through.