The More my  Heart Flutters

The More my Heart Flutters

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My name is Wanda Weber. I live in a town called Strawberry Lake. I literally have the life any teenage girl dreams of. I'm head cheerleader and I have the perfect boyfriend but no one knows about the bruises I hide. I love him more than I love myself sometimes and he knows how much I care about him, so why does he feel the need to hit me, over the most childish things. I get angry too sometimes, so I break up with him almost every time, but when he comes around saying , "Baby, I love you and I'm deeply sorry". I forget the times he hit and remember the times he kissed me. I don't know what it is but that boy makes my heart flutter.
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Everything started the night before we moved out of our town. I decided to take a late night swim at the lake I love the most. It was sort of a goodbye, a way to somehow wash the pain brought about by my parents' divorce, but then he appeared. As I was floating in the lake, watching the moon and the stars, I heard a noise in the water, and as I turned my head, I saw this guy drowning. I saved him, I brought him back to life, and then... I kissed him and fell in love with him. Things changed after that one stolen kiss. I ran away, and I never thought that I would see him once again, but I did. Little did I know that the moment we meet again, my life would never be the same. This is a story, of how I learn what love really is, of how I came to accept it, of how I came to fight for it. This is not a story about romance. It's way more than that. This is a story where love, family, and little bit of mystery collides. This is a story about my love.

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