No. Scratch that. Too cheesy.
...two people, torn apart by the tumultuous tides of life, only to discover refuge in...
WTF? What does that even mean? DELETE.
...two people, confused as shit as to where they should be and who they should love and none of this means a damn thing because it's all lies!
I'm not Hope Hughes. I'm not some fierce woman romance machine. Hell, I'm not even a woman.
I'm a liar.
And while I refuse to believe my own BS, deceit masked in heartfelt phrases of love and devotion, I want to make her believe them. Because maybe--just maybe--if she can find the soul within my words, she'll also be able to find the truth scribbled on my heart.
You see, I once lived for the perfect plot twist.
I just never expected to actually live it.
This is my story. Well, maybe her story. I just wish I could make it our story.
The one I'm still writing.
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