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book2k17 · 10 months
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Emily stared out of the window, raindrops streaming down the glass pane, mirroring the tears that had stained her cheeks countless times before. It had been a year since her heart had been shattered into a thousand pieces. The wounds had started to heal, but the scars remained, a constant reminder of the pain she had endured. Love had turned gray for her, a bleak and desolate landscape.
One rainy afternoon, Emily found herself seeking solace in her favorite bookstore. She wandered through the aisles, running her fingers along the spines of books, each holding stories of love, loss, and hope. As she reached for a book on the top shelf, her hand brushed against another—a chance encounter that sent an electric shock through her veins.
Emily's eyes met those of a stranger, warm and kind, his gaze filled with empathy. His name was Ethan, a painter with a heart that had known its fair share of sorrow. They struck up a conversation, sharing stories of their lives, their passions, and the heartbreak they had both endured. In each other's presence, they found a connection, a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, their hearts could heal together.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Emily and Ethan spent countless hours together, exploring the city, losing themselves in art galleries, and wandering through parks. Ethan introduced Emily to the world of painting, where colors danced on canvas, and emotions whispered through every brushstroke. As they created art side by side, Emily felt her heart awakening, the gray hues of her past beginning to fade.
One beautiful summer evening, as the sun painted the sky with vibrant shades of orange and pink, Emily and Ethan found themselves standing on a hill overlooking the city. Their laughter filled the air as they reminisced about their shared journey, the way their broken hearts had found solace in each other. In that moment, Emily realized that her heart had turned red once more, alive with the flames of love and hope.
Emily and Ethan continued to paint the canvas of their lives together, their love growing stronger with each passing day. They understood that heartbreak had brought them to this point, but it was their choice to move forward, to embrace the vulnerability of love once again. The scars from the past were now symbols of strength and resilience, a reminder that hearts could heal and find love even after being broken.
And so, their story continued, a tale of second chances, of finding love in the midst of pain. The day Emily's heart turned red became a milestone, a testament to the power of love and the indomitable spirit of the human heart.
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book2k17 · 11 months
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Dear U
In the depths of sorrow, a poem shall arise, Where words dance in rhythm, painting heartfelt skies. A tale of love and loss, woven with tender thread, A symphony of emotions, unspoken words unsaid.
In whispers of the night, shadows softly weep, As stars sprinkle stardust, the universe shall keep. A canvas of emotions, in verses it unfolds, A poet's heart laid bare, as their story is told.
Oh, love, a fragile flame that burns with fierce desire, Igniting souls with passion, setting hearts afire. But fate, a cruel mistress, may tear love apart, Leaving wounds to linger, etched upon the heart.
In whispered sighs, the longing fills the air, Yearning for a touch, a love beyond compare. But distance lies between, a chasm wide and deep, Separating hearts that ache, unable to keep.
Yet still, within the sorrow, beauty finds its way, In every tear that falls, a testament to love's sway. For even in the darkest night, a glimmer still remains, A flicker of hope, a chance to break love's chains.
So let the words unravel, like poetry's gentle kiss, Caressing wounded hearts, bringing solace, bliss. In each verse, a healing balm, to mend the broken soul, A testament to love's endurance, making hearts whole.
For in the realm of poetry, emotions freely flow, Weaving tales of love and loss, a sacred undertow. And as the ink runs dry, and the poem finds its end, May it touch the depths of hearts, where love and sorrow blend.
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book2k17 · 11 months
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Keep Moving Forward.
While the life behind us is filled with memories, experiences, and lessons, it is the life in front of us that holds the key to our personal growth, fulfillment, and happiness. Embracing change, pursuing personal development, building relationships, cultivating gratitude, and leaving a legacy are all essential aspects of focusing on the life ahead. By valuing the opportunities that lie in front of us, we can unleash our true potential and create a brighter future filled with purpose and meaning. Remember, the life in front of you is way more important than the life behind you.
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book2k17 · 1 year
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Love, Aaron
It’s been a month since the last time we saw each other, but I still remember that night that you kiss me passionately. I can still feel the excitement. I can still remember the smell of you body, the taste of your lips. I can still remember the way you hold my body, every breath that you take makes my heart beat fast. 
I never been kissed by a guy before, that’s my first time, but I have to be honest, it was great.
I have no regrets about what happened to the two of us that night. In fact I want more.
I've always wanted you even when we were still in high school.  to all our silly things that we did before, all the happy memories and even the sad one, I always loved you.
I know, no matter what I do, no matter how much I love you, I know you can't love me back. but you don't worry, I already accepted it long time ago and I didn't ask for anything in return, just let me love you from afar, that would be ok with me. 
  I wish you and your fiancé a happy family in the future. 
Happy Birthday my Dearest. 
I LOVE YOU. 
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book2k17 · 4 years
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How do you know if the person is sincere to be your friend?
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book2k17 · 4 years
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I saw you.
https://m.facebook.com/LumiLui/
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book2k17 · 4 years
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Nararamdaman ko na, ang kamatayang matagal ko ng pinakahihintay. Palagay ko'y narinig at nahabag na sa akin ang panginoon. Masaya ako. Kaytagal ko itong hinintay at inaasam.
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book2k17 · 4 years
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book2k17 · 4 years
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Beautiful, but sad.
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book2k17 · 4 years
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book2k17 · 5 years
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“You are my home. Wherever you are, that’s where I’m meant to be.”
— S.L. Naeole, Bird Song (via books-n-quotes)
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book2k17 · 5 years
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I feel numb.
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book2k17 · 5 years
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book2k17 · 5 years
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“You desired my attention, but denied my affections.”
— Mumford & Sons, White Blank Page (via music-and-quotes)
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book2k17 · 5 years
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“I don’t want to be someone’s second choice.”
— Colleen Hoover, Maybe Someday (via books-n-quotes)
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book2k17 · 5 years
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#true
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book2k17 · 5 years
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Should i let go?
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