I observed his eyes glaze over a bit, shifting backwards through the months, his voice the most serious he asks if I have not been happy since then. I stammered, I told him of course I had been happy, I had been having a great time. I paused in that falsity, there are different kinds of happiness, I corrected.
A love story
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A Love Story, if told correctly, will do nothing less than ruin your heart.
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