That's it. I can't write romance.
No, no, it's not that I don't want to; I just can't. My pen doesn't work properly, or perhaps it's my head. I'm not entirely sure. You see, when I fell in love with Nicholas I was very young. I cannot tell you how or why I loved him, only that I did. I loved him desperately, fully, unequivocally. I can tell you why
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