Post by Candace on Aug 19, 2020 15:37:58 GMT -5
"Hate and Love are the same trains - only in forwards or reverse gear. So if you want a new relationship, you must first get off onto the platform; only then can a new train arrive.
My name is Candace and this is my story."
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My name is Candace and this is my story."
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~ Magnificent One, sitting on the table outside her room as the sun begins to shine, indicating another fine and breezeful summer morning. She got a pen in her hand that is running over her notebook, something that looks like verses of some poetry ~
"I don’t believe in true love
Only heartache
I don’t believe in dreams
Only wake
You should always know
It is never meant to be
Just like the wind
Snatched by the next tree
Fairytales are only words on a page
Happy endings in reallife are abandoned
The perfect one for you
Already has a husband
Darling you just don’t have a clue
Dreams really don’t come true
And true love is just a myth
Created by a crafty wordsmith"
-- To Jack Jones, From Magnificent Candace
~ She smiles after writing the last words as a seal of the letter. But then she goes into some thoughts, holding the pen between her lips. She turns the page around and starts writing some more ~
"This is my third match in SFT after winning my first-ever Intercontinental title in that company. I already have successful defenses against two of the best SFT could offer. Louis Cypher and Twlight! Now looks like they ran out of the true challengers and there aren't any great competitors left who can have a proper match with me that would last atleast 10 minutes long. I asked Joey to put my championship on the line against Jack Jones. That didn't happen, maybe Joey didn't see anything in Jones. So, neither did I! But I want it to happen, not because Jack Jones deserves it but rather I wanted to put 6 stars to my repertoire when it comes to being a defending champion. For me there are only two things left to accomplish in wrestling business before I retire: Winning the ICW title from Jamo and SFT tiitle from Lucas Balkan... Or Apokalypse."
~ She writes the date on the edge of the page and closes the note book. Leaning back on the chair and floats back into her morning thoughts ~
