Ti ho sempre desiderato

Ti ho sempre desiderato

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Zuletzt aktualisiert Mo., Sep. 12, 2016

Broke e Brian due anime tromentate da un passato difficile,con un amore inesistibile agli occhi di lui ma fiducioso agli occhi di lei. Ma comunque si ritroveranno ad odiarsi e non smetteranno mai di fare scherzi ma cosa succederebbe se i due si ritroverebbero,per una scommessa,sotto lo stesso tetto?Che lascino pure sfogo all'amore oppure si odieranno più di prima? "Io volevo provarci sai?Anche se tu non me lo hai permesso,speravo in un futuro insieme,fianco a fianco,ma a quanto pare mi sbagliavo di grosso!"ormai ero in lacrime e tutto per colpa di questo deficiente che mi ritrovavo davanti "Non possiamo stare insieme,ci rovineremmo a vicenda,io ti voglio troppo bene,vederti soffrire mi farebbe solo star male"ero ufficialmente innamorato di lei ma se stava,anche solo per un altro po con me,la sua vita poteva dichiararsi finita "Sai...tutti dicono che gli amori non corrisposti sono sempre i più belli"queste sono state le ultime parole che gli concedevo,da ora in poi Brian Smith si poteva dichiarare escluso dalla mia vita Spero che questa piccola anteprima vi sia piaciuta e,per incominciare col piede giusto,lasciate subito una stellina e un commento!

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