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She was the perfect example of the wind. Indeed the wind is fragile, just like how her heart was. Never before did she expect to recieve love from him. The way his blonde hair swayed in the surface or when his blue eyes shined into her almond eyes. She was truly blessed to be around him. Yet she never expected to feel this way. This feeling of love.
It wasn't until the secrets were finally revealed. It wasn't until the past came up. Everything was fine up till this point. She learned and the shock horrified her tiny heart. Her fragile little heart. . .
In her heart, she knew she couldn't love him anymore. She learned that his destiny was intertwined with another. He could never love her like the way she loved him.
So now here she is, broken on the inside. The turmoil and outraging feelings of the past catching up to her. But her smile still shines upon her pale face. She watches as he falls for her. That girl with the emerald eyes. It hurts, yes it does. As long as he is happy, then she is happy. Even if she didn't want to let go.
She ponders on how love can change her again. Will she ever love again? Will she ever have that heartpounding effect in her life again?
Not until the pair of blue and purple eyes gazed into her own. Not until that little chuckle and his politeness came. She got that feeling again.
Even if she is fragile, she learned to love again.
