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Falling in love was the easy part. But none of the teen romance novels you've read could have prepared you for what comes when you stay. The After. You learn quickly. Learn to love the constant back and forth and the everlasting yes and no's and the late night phone fights. Stay in this after with him even when the door was open for escape in the before, when every part of your being was left intact. Love the boy who took ever last ounce of space in your heart. The boy with emotions as ever changing as the seasons, who bleeds his nationality and carries his heart tucked into his sleeve. Love the boy who became the Heathcliff to your Catherine. Learned to love this After because whatever these souls are made of, they are the same.
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
After
Falling in love was the easy part. But none of the teen romance novels you've read could have prepared you for what comes when you stay. The After. You learn quickly. Learn to love the constant back and forth and the everlasting yes and no's and the late night phone fights. Stay in this after with him even when the door was open for escape in the before, when every part of your being was left intact. Love the boy who took ever last ounce of space in your heart. The boy with emotions as ever changing as the seasons, who bleeds his nationality and carries his heart tucked into his sleeve. Love the boy who became the Heathcliff to your Catherine. Learned to love this After because whatever these souls are made of, they are the same.
It's been so long since I posted. I've been running this around my head all night. I'm dedicating it to one of my favorite authors, Anna Todd, of the After series and to the man I'm learning to share my After with.
elizabeth-hill
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
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