It’s been 11 years since I met this lover when I was 19 years old. My love is still warm and tender. This love gave me joy, happiness, sorrow, and despair.
I don’t blame the guy for not loving me and not seeing me as a person. I know I have no choice but to pretend I love you.
I already knew. He comforts himself by thinking that this is the way life is, maybe it’s sweet and enjoyable.
Ever since the day we first fell in love, I have met and thought about him even when I was dating another guy who has not forgotten a single word.
The man I think is my love didn’t even buy me an ice cream, he didn’t take anything from me either. I am ready to give anything for him.
I had sex twice on my own and of course I liked everything about it, but he probably didn’t like anything about me.
I believe that love is eternal and I think that my whole life will be spent thinking about it.
It is difficult to believe that a person has done many things that are difficult to believe, but the most important thing in life that is not forgotten is love.
I have a boyfriend and love, but I couldn’t live with someone else when I was in love with someone else.
Please write if you have any suggestions to help me. Like me, there are many women who keep their love for a long time.
If I could, if there was a suitable recipe, I would not love it and only remember it.
It seems like this difficult time will never end. Please help me.