If I hug you, will it warm you?
She shakes her head.
It is winter in her heart and spring is not forthcoming.
My princess has become an ice queen.
And she has made it abundantly clear that the prince she’ll allow to thaw her frozen veins no longer bears my name.
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300 stories 
The epitome of rejection 🙂
The end should always be brief.
Short but to the point. When love dies, it dies; bury it deep in the cold, cold ground.
Yikes. Been there. good job.
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