never

never

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love is a magical and wonderful thing. since i was young, i never believed in love. i thought it was stupid. my name is rose. when i was young my parents would always fight and it even got up to the point where my dad would abuse my mom. so one day my mom and i ran away and left him. my mom cried and cried. i never wanted to see her like that. it was since then that i thought love was the most crucial and horrible thing. i am now 16, my last year of high school. i hope to get out of this place i call hell and enjoy life with my best friends. and most importantly to never fall in love. and yet to know i was wrong. somethings are truly unexpected.
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I believe that each of us deserves a chance at love. And I know it sounds silly that there's someone out there for everyone but I believe in love. Now I know some say there's no such thing as true love, that it all ends in heartbreak and pain, but I think that's the beauty of it. To have something so perfect for such a short while, and then for it to disappear into nothing. It's an endless loop, never-ending, always on the move. You never know where it will take you. That's the thing about love, it's so beautiful and mysterious and magical. I believe we all deserve a chance at love because we deserve something magical. And for me, my magic started at a simple Ice Rink one cold night. Because your love is so whole, my missing pieces appear. Because your touch carries such passion, what was scarred becomes soft once more. Because you are steady and patient, my open wounds have time to seal and vanish. Perhaps that is why they say love is such magic, this gift from the universe, this sweet addition to the man I was born to find. For with my twin soul, the only other born in the same flame as I, we are able to bathe one other in warmth and light as easily as we breather, immune and oblivious to darkness. This story has mature parts. The mature parts have an asterisk.

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