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p class="MsoNormal"strongAfter an emotion ride, I wanted to write something to honour Klaroline and their relationship. So.../strong/p
p class="MsoNormal"strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"Here's to Klaus and Caroline's relationship and the joy we received from it. As an avid reader, thank you to all those who wrote and are writing Klaroline stories. I am truly an admirer. To the ship!/span/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal"strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"_/span/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" I/spant wasn't the sweet words, or the idea of being saved. She was not the beauty to his beast, though she was 'strong, beautiful, and full of light'. It wasn't the chance at the fairy tale or even him offering to show her the world. There were gestures and notions hinting towards an epic love. It was youthful, but it wasn't innocence that drew them together. Despite the difference in their age, they were both damaged and both had done terrible things. In the end, it wasn't the romanticized notion of love but what their love represented: The idea that somewhere, out in the world, someone thinks of you fondly; that someone out there loves you. It was hope./p
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p class="MsoNormal"strongAfter an emotion ride, I wanted to write something to honour Klaroline and their relationship. So.../strong/p
p class="MsoNormal"strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"Here's to Klaus and Caroline's relationship and the joy we received from it. As an avid reader, thank you to all those who wrote and are writing Klaroline stories. I am truly an admirer. To the ship!/span/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal"strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"_/span/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" I/spant wasn't the sweet words, or the idea of being saved. She was not the beauty to his beast, though she was 'strong, beautiful, and full of light'. It wasn't the chance at the fairy tale or even him offering to show her the world. There were gestures and notions hinting towards an epic love. It was youthful, but it wasn't innocence that drew them together. Despite the difference in their age, they were both damaged and both had done terrible things. In the end, it wasn't the romanticized notion of love but what their love represented: The idea that somewhere, out in the world, someone thinks of you fondly; that someone out there loves you. It was hope./p
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