Sunday's Child
Description
I dedicate this to someone whom I lovingly adore. He is the happiness of my days and the person of my dreams. Perhaps I would still have written this without him, for the Future also has her ways.
I request you listen to my story in its entirety before making comments. In fact, I dearly hope that you may not be too harsh. I write this for my voice has been sealed in the past.
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Foreword
Do you know the feeling of being in love? Not in love with love. Not the idea of falling asleep in someone's arms or buying presents for each other. Almost always, the idea of love stands out from love itself. The sweetness of it, like a cold glass of water quenching your summer thirst.
Very few people have felt love, and I suppose I have no clear idea of it either.
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