Every story is true to someone. This is the one of choosing you.
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Written for the #ValentinesContest2019
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"Love starts as a feeling, but to continue is a choice. And I find myself choosing you more and more everyday." -Justin W...
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Every story is true for someone. This one is of meeting and falling in love, and the ugly bits in between. Learning to love yourself, before you can ever hope for another to love you.
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I adjusted my black hoodie, and looked in the car's mirror. A girl who looked like she belonged in a grunge band, not a wholesome gathering, stared back. I fixed my riot of black curls, and eyed my countless piercings.
It's just a small party. No big deal. Well not knowing anyone but my sister kinda sucks, but whatever.
As I made my way inside, on the hunt for a familiar mop of dirty blonde curls, I huddled into myself and tried to blend in.
This wasn't my usual scene. In the background played nice calm music. Everyone could be seen quite clearly, as there was no haze of smoke. Happy faced young adults chatted on sofas eating spaghetti and drinking soda, not a drop of alcohol in sight.
Who are these wholesome weirdos, and why am I here?
I spotted my sister's sweet face and hurried over. People I didn't know smiled or waved as I went past.
"You made it!" My sister wrapped me in a hug and began to introduce me to the smiling mannequins. Faces and names blurred and left as soon as they were given.
