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“To the One I Never Stopped Loving” Until I met you, I thought I knew what love was, but what I feel for you now is beyond imagination. I love every particle of you—every dark or bright place, every gesture, every word, everything you are and everything you do. You are in everything, and I love it all. Your voice, your smile, the light in your eyes melt me completely. I literally feel as though…

I still remember the first time I met David. High school basketball practice, back in Running Springs, and we were paired together for drills. He was a year ahead of me, and the guy had talent, a kind of focus and intensity that made everyone respect him. One day, after practice, he asked me where I was from. I told him Riverside, and his eyes lit up. “No way,” he said, “My sister lives there.” …

I’ll never forget that day in Afghanistan. We were rolling through a narrow valley in convoy, and everything was tense—the kind of silence that makes your gut clench. Dust was everywhere, coating the world in this gritty, suffocating haze. Then it happened. One of the MRAPs hit an IED. Not just any IED—a massive one, maybe 250 kg. It ripped the vehicle off the road like a toy, flinging it into an…

Alexandra was a shy young girl, always keeping to herself and never really opening up to anyone. She had a secret passion for writing erotic stories, and she would often spend hours locked away in her room, typing away on her laptop. One day, she decided to take a leap of faith and publish some of her work online. She created a profile on Amateri and also on patreon, a platforms where creators…