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                                                  DAY 1

  DEAR AMIGO,

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. All love stories are pretty similar doesn't matter if its out of the box or not. People end up writing same stuff along the way. Its easier for people to assume. Just by reading back page, you make guess work and if you are as smart as me. You will know how the end of the story is going to be. If not you will still have two or three assumptions made regarding the end. Before you read and you finish the book your fist raised to the sky from happiness. Not because the main lead became one again but because one of your assumptions about the end came right. You feel you are as smart as the author. You chide yourself into believing you can write just like that. And if you have ever tried writing you would know it requires loads of motivation, ideas, to

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 a wild imagination.... The most important factor being its not at all easy. All the books that we throw away saying how can someone write such a bad book only goes on to judge what type of person we are. Well, I believe you didn't start this book to read about an author who cribs about tortures and pain of putting thoughts into paper. I don't have issue writing same stuff as others and comparing myself to them...My only desire is that when someone finishes reading my book they have a hope... A hope that lasts forever.... A hope for finding The ONE.....To never let go of that hope... because people like me need it to survive...

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                                                 xoxoxo

This is the most fabulous me who got a degree in English literature. Well, I can only say god save the world. Because if people like me get so horrible at writing, then who will be good at it. Being a teenager with irritating and lecturing parents totally screws up your head and it indirectly affects your writing too. The only time I can even get the words out of me is when I am depressed or going to have a nervous breakdown which is pretty much once a week. Who is to be blamed I don't know maybe my so called parents or the mastermind called destiny. I am the nerd who doesn't have any e

xperience with boys, but smart enough to never want to try having a boyfriend. Why, may be because everyone I know always break up some where down the lane. So there was no one I could look at who could revive my faith in "true love". My friends say I am hot and sexy, but I find it a little hard to believe because I have seen better sight than me. Although I wouldn't say I am a sore sight to the eye but hey I am cute with fair skin, golden hair and caramel eyes. Only defect my long nose, which leads to my nick name called Pinocchio or Penguin after my love for black gowns...