You and I
Ian and Amy
41. Inevitable
It was the only way to describe their romance.
42. Imminent
It was the only way to describe their separation.
43. White
He had always thought that it was such an impractical colour: so easy to stain, pale, and with no life of its own.
But did she ever prove him wrong on their wedding day.
44. Juxtaposition
They both swayed to the beat of the soothing music, with his hands on her waist and hers on his shoulders, trying not to step on each other's toes—or she was, anyway.
Neither of them had ever relished close contact—he had never liked it when others infringed on his personal space, and she always ended up blushing madly— but as their eyes met, for reasons unbeknownst to either of them, their juxtaposition didn't seem so bad.
Hamilton and Sinead
45. Invincible
And he only ever feels that way around her.
Dan and Natalie
46. Résumé
Needless to say, he had spent more than one week sleeping by his lonesome on the couch when he had listed being married to her as his best achievement.
47. Wind
Like the wind, you calmed me down.
Like the wind, you brought back so many fond memories.
Like the wind, you played with me, stringing me along for what seems like eternity.
Like the wind, you were gone as suddenly as you came.
48. Carvings
She held the opinion that the best carvings were only ever done by the best Italian craftsmen.
But she soon amended that thought after seeing their initials carved into the bark of an oak tree.
Jonah and Natalie
49. Curtains
You said that it was over for us.
I paid no heed, because it certainly wasn't the first time. In fact, I've lost track of how often our romance has been played and staged.
But this time was different.
This time, there was no encore.
And now I'm standing alone as the audience bores a hole through me with their cruel gaze, taunting and jeering me as the lights dim and the music fades.
They're screaming at me, telling me, "I told you so."
Fool.
Our story ends on a bitter note.
It's curtains for us.
Arthur and Hope
50. Chocolate
You once told me that life was like chocolate.
But who knew how bittersweet this would taste?
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