I’m thinking about a friend I haven’t been in touch with recently and past encounters I’ve lost touch with. When I was 18 or 19 years old, a gang was chasing me. He proposed to me after we met at the cinema. He was a really good gangster with a good-looking body and good upbringing.
But I didn’t like it because it was forced somehow. I didn’t agree to his marriage proposal, but day by day, I was still in love with him. Then, sometimes, because I was going to a show with my friends, I would ask him for the same, and then he would come and leave, or he would join his friends and entertain him, and then you would send him away and then go to the show with other young people.
I remember going out with my friends on March 8th, Valentine’s Day, when they came with flowers, but they didn’t even get the flowers. At that time, he was crying because he loved me.
After 2 years of dating without breaking up, he left. The day before I left, they both came to me and danced in a bar. I met another guy at the bar and sat in his car and drove away.
Even so, after I went to my place, I just chatted on the Yah00 messenger of that time. I’m thinking of you, if you tell me that you’re going to date me, I’ll go back. Poor thing, I was always thinking about how you were doing and writing chats.
Now that I think about it, I used to be a really stupid person, and I had a bad heart. I cried because of you, you can’t trust anyone anymore, because of you, I can’t love anyone anymore.
He was a very well behaved and very good young man. After going out, I chatted for a year, and after dropping out of school, I came to Montreal after a few years.
I was already with someone at that time. I don’t regret not being with that guy now. The role of the nose is, my daughters, never dream of a man, you will one day become a mother and have a son. That’s why I want to tell you that the man who loves you, please bless me with malice.
Nothing happened between me and that guy, we just kissed a few times. When I think about it now, I really pity and hate myself for that beautiful and well-behaved girl who was only 20 years old. After that, there is a lot of trouble.
People who are reading this will probably hate me, yes, I am stupid to hate. I hate myself. Somehow, lately, that guy has come to my mind and felt sorry for me. But of course the guy is living a good life now, I’m really happy.
No one should be happy for me, I am happy to be with a bad person. I want to say thank you and sorry for loving this young man, regardless of his illiteracy. HE WHO HAS SEEN THE TEARS OF A MAN … IS REALLY TRUE. I want to be able to laugh so hard.