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Authors: M. Robinson
M. Robinson
Copyright © 2015 M. Robinson
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No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author.
This book is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locations are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity, and are used fictitiously. All other characters, dead or alive are a figment of my imagination and all incidents and dialogue, are drawn from the author’s mind's eye and are not to be interpreted as real.
To my VIP group. I love you!
My husband that I love more than life itself. Thank you for supporting my dreams. You’re my everything.
My family and friends for you continued love and support.
VIP girls, my beta reads, all the blogs that have supported me since day one. THANK YOU!
My readers… you mean everything to me. Thank you for allowing me to do what I love.
Love…
Amor…
Liebe…
Meile…
Lyubof…
Amore…
Milosc…
Leiba…
Dragoste…
L’amour…
The meaning of the word is constant and consistent in every language. To have intense feelings of deep affection for a person or thing that one loves.
I love you…
Te amo…
Te iubesc…
Ik hou van jou…
Je t'aime…
S'agapo…
Aloha au ia 'oe…
Ich liebe dich…
T'estimo…
Jag alskar dig…
Three words, a phrase, a sentence, an expression that means someone is your everything, your one and only. You could say it to a parent, a friend, a sibling, a relative. The meaning is identical, nothing changes; everything stays the same.
BUT…
When you say it to a lover, a boyfriend, a husband, a wife…
EVERYTHING changes.
I grew up in a home where the phrase was thrown around like it meant nothing because actions
always
spoke louder than words.
Always.
I had an amazing upbringing; a wealthy family. High class. My parents were members of a country club and we went to church every Sunday. They purchased new cars every year, my siblings and I went to private school, and my dad was home every night to tuck us in bed and read us a bedtime story. My parents never argued and they showed us love each and every day.
They kissed, told each other “
I love you”
all the time. Went on date nights and
always
made time for one another.
My family was
always
perfect.
Except, we weren’t the only family…
My dad had three families.
Ours.
His mistress’.
And…
VIP.
Everyone has a story to tell, and even though every story starts with
“Once Upon A Time,”
it’s the beginning, middle, and ending that make every story different. There are some stories that leave you sad, some make you laugh, and others hold the ability to make you cry. You take the good with the bad and try to move forward.