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Mar 2020
I stared into his teary eyes. He hurt me, he really did. And yes, the pain haunted me, it still does. But when he wrapped his arms around me and told me how much he missed me. How much he loved me. How much he is sorry. I went numb, sensing the familiar touch. The familiar warmth of his love. A smile crept up my lips as I realized what I was holding. This fragile, delicate boy. The boy that sent my heart on a marathon. This **** that I love. No matter how dark my nights were. When I heard his words and felt his lips, I finally saw the horizon.
Vianne
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Vianne  19/F
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