—Where the Night Ends—
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It only takes one night—one moment, one small snippet of time—to change everything. At sixteen-years-old, Lalisa Manoban taught me that. She taught me a lot of things.
She never had to work for my heart. In some unexplainable way I think it had always belonged to her anyway.
We spent years loving each other, hurting each other, trying to forget each other, but no matter how hard I tried, I could never erase the memory of her. Her eyes, her smile, her touch—these are all things that are embedded in my brain, tattooed on my skin, and etched into my heart.
Some might think our love story is over, but deep down I know it's only just beginning.
Because it's not about where the night begins, it's about where it ends…
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