In Search of Amore I

lled over, cuddling the duvet, struggling to get out of bed. Then the voice became more genuine. I woke up, slowly

then we cuddled for minutes. "I love you," I stated, and he smiled back. "Bae, you don't want me to miss this appointment, do you?" "Oh no, of course," I released him and adjusted his suit. "Good luck," I waved as he left. Drey is someone I really love, he has a heart of go

on both sides, I saw the resemblance of my fiancé cuddling and kissing another lady outside a restaurant. "Drey?" I called out in uncertainty. He scanned arou

. I didn't know what to do, so I dashed off to my place, shut the door lock, and fell onto my couch. Tears started to run down my face in dismay. I felt very bittered and

oto album containing all my exes' pictures lay. Each image brought fresh heartache as I remembered the promises they all made to me. Flipping through the pages, recalling the best times I had

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ntial women in Chicago. Despite my success, the scars of past relationships st

tood up to close the blinds to keep out the intrusive rays, feeling all groovy and happy. I walked out of my room feeling 'Princessy', though I

layful grin, "I'm feeling like a total boss babe!" Amidst the banter, Harper teased, "So what's up, girly? Who's the lucky guy?" I brushed off the question casually "C'mon Harpe, you