Default Title - Love. Loss. Healing
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Just a story about two people falling for each other.Complete
💝"𝑹𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆" 💝
𝐈𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮." "𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫." "𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥." "𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧." "𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰... 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮." "𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞." "𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧." "𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬." "𝐀𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫." "𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞... 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧"... "𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞......
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Destined
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LOVE ECHO
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