OLIVIA CLARKSON

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Olivia,
As the moonlight envelopes you, I know where your thought lies. As the loud noises of laughter and happiness surround you, I know that you're wondering about your turn to be happy again. At the mention of 'love', I know whose thoughts invade your mind. Are you wondering how I know everything? You shall find the answer as you read.

You always crave happiness, yet when you're given a chance you ran away from it. You have been looking at all the wrong places. You can't find love when you turn blind to all the love you get. You said that happiness was in perfect things and you weren't completely right about it.

Caretakers in the orphan didn't mean that you will be happy when you find a perfect home, they meant the perfect family that will accept you for who you are. Your mother used to smile when you got perfect scores wasn't because you got a perfect score but because you made her proud. Your father wasn't happy because you were the perfect daughter by following his footsteps but he was happy that you considered his profession to be perfect. They found happiness in your perfect things, not because you made them feel like perfect parents.

Love,
Cupid.

If the letter was showing up was crazy then what happened next is crazier. Everything just disappears. Every single word disappears, leaving just the white paper in my hand.

The words might have disappeared from the paper but they continue to play on loop in my mind. Until a voice breaks through them, pulls me out.

"How did I know that you will be cold?" A coat was draped over my shivering body as I stare at him.

Caleb Stone standing tall all in six feet glory, in completely black attire. His eyes bore into mine amusement flickering in them as he looks down at me. "What are you doing?" The depth of his blue drowned me but the edge of his voice held at bay, just like now. His low rumbling chuckle as he sat next to me pulled me out from my ogling. Shaking my head in response tugged the paper into the coat pocket. My eyes landed on his lips and all I could think about was the mistake we once made.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have kissed you without your permission. No, I shouldn't have kissed you at all. You're my friend. It was a mistake. I shouldn't have. I was drunk and stupid. It shouldn't have happened—" My blabbering was cut short when Caleb leaned down and gave me a quick peck right next to my lips making my breath hitch.

"It's alright Liv, I know." The look in his eyes was something that I couldn't quite decipher, my mind fuzzy, and all I could think about was tasting having the lips on mine one last time. Even if it is the last thing I do.

And that would be the death of me.

He is too perfect for me.

"Did you eat anything?" He asks taking my cold fingers in his rubbing them. "You must have been here long." Even a single word from him is enough to drive me crazy. As he rubs my fingers, all I could think about was how great it is to have him in my life. I can't imagine a day without talking to him. He was meant to be a part of my life. He makes me who I am today.

Love is magical. He isn't the most attractive person in the town but he is the only one I crave. When life makes us cross paths love brings us together. The love I have for him might fade away one day but I'll never let him fade away from my life.

"No,"

"I'll get us some food, fine by you?" He asks standing up from the bench.

"Fine by me," I reply, restoring to wait for him.

The silence he left me in brings back the thought of the letter. Bringing the paper out of my pocket, I open it.

Love is not magical, the person you love makes it seem to be.
~Cupid

This time, the words didn't disappear but the paper did. The paper disappeared. I am looking at my empty hand that held the paper once.

"Are you okay?" Caleb asks looking down at me, balancing a bag and a few cups in his hands.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I reply looking at him. "I could've tagged along if you're going to buy this much," I remark taking the cups out of his hands.

"I didn't plan to buy this much but I want to take you somewhere,"

"If it's anywhere away from here I need choc—" He takes a chocolate bar out of his coat pocket extending it to me before I could even finish my sentence. "Where to?" I ask excitedly.