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Ashley teve uma vida conturbada, mas sempre levou isso como aprendizado para a vida. Desde seus 13 anos decidiu cursar em uma faculdade de Londres, e prometeu a si mesma que ia conseguir aquilo. Quando ela finalmente conseguiu, conheceu pessoas novas que podem não ser tão boas para ela. Entre essas pessoas, conheceu um rapaz, não fazia o seu tipo... mas algo nele a intrigava e fazia seu coração acelerar. Harry, um garoto misterioso, nunca fez questão de agradar ninguém, ele não ligava para as pessoas á sua volta. Quando olhou pela primeira vez aquela garota, frágil, cabelos castanhos e olhos acinzentados. Ele não entendia o que estava acontecendo, as pessoas o avisavam para esquecer ela e seguir, até porque ele nunca foi de correr atrás de mulheres, e sim elas que corriam atrás dele. Ela era normal de um jeito... diferente? Ela conseguia fazer eles se sentir melhor. Em anos ela foi a primeira pessoa que ele realmente amou. Nesse tempo aprendi que o amor é feito de liberdade. Como se tivesse todos os dias outras opções, e ainda assim fazer a mesma escolha.
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I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.

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