I had to put this up. She sounds like me (in the past). I’m good now, sophisticated, matured, and not promiscuous like before. This reading gives me hope. After a traumatizing few years of bad relationships, I have grown tired and am not looking for anything but my own success. Eventually, I hope to find someone who I am able to confide in, entrust, and have a future with. Until then, I admire cute stories like this one:
I’m reading all those beautiful stories about lost love, found love, love people never will forget, secret love, soulmates, friends and family. And I decided to tell my story.
I’ve always been a “player”, a restless person that has very easy to have crushes on cute boys but I had only been in love once, with my boyfriend when I was 15.
I had boyfriends after that but -I wasn’t faithful -or- I didn’t say to anyone that we were a couple because I didn’t wanted to keep the options open -or- I did something on purpose that made my boyfriends break up with me. Then I didn’t need to take The Talk and they couldn’t beg me to stay, beg us to try because they broke up with me.
I was cold, egoistic and I thought I wasn’t capable to love another person, to be in love with another person and thought I was way too troubled to have a normal relationship.
I ended it with one of my crushes this summer and a couple of weeks later I went to a party at a friends place. It was a festival in my town and it was the fourth day of partying. I wasn’t very social and the last thing I wanted was one of those drunk unserious flirts.
When it was time to go, me and him went to the carousels and he held my hand because I’m so scared of heights and while everyone around us danced to some crappy coverband, we just stood there and have had more fun that evening than I have had with friends I’ve known my whole life. And he kissed me and we went to a concert where he held me the whole time and he took my number but I thought he’d never call me.
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