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*”If You Don’t Regret It, He Didn’t Love You”* “Won’t you freeze in that dress?

One chilly winter afternoon in Manchester, a young woman named Poppy Whitmore dashed down High Street

Every meeting has its season. “Why does love fade? It was there—it truly was. I was so wrapped

On a bleak winter afternoon in London, beneath a sky heavy with drizzle, a young woman named Beatrice

On the last day of the Christmas holidays, two friends decided to visit the ice rink. The unexpected

“Why does love fade away? It was there, it truly was. I was so happy, I noticed nothing else around me.

I Found a Note Hidden in a Charity Shop Dress—What Happened Next Still Feels Like Magic I’ve always been

One bitter night in January 1991, the wind wailed across the frost-laden moors of Ashbourne, a sleepy

Childhood Wounds Emily spooned porridge into bowls, swirling strawberry jam into a smiley face on her

**Diary Entry – 12th November** Fourteen years ago, on a bitter December afternoon, a young woman named