A girl my age in front of a window talking on the phone with her friend crying: "No, this time I can not !"..." not hold the shot, are no longer a little girl ... you know? He left me for ever ... " I wanted to interrupt to say that it is not, that we are stronger than we think, that you do not die for love ... but for the misery of love. The more insensitive the other and deeper and more careful you are ... and maybe it is lucky to be left ... and again: Try to remember all the times that did not go and make a budget, look at your life now and think of it with a smile at the thought ... Dude ... do not depend on one another emotionally and affectively, and draw all men you want ... "But then I thought I would answer: "Who are you?" Let her own business !"... and so I write here and hug every woman and every man who tries this kind of pain ... because it's nice to go home and wait for someone ... or only to be told: "I do not wait, I'm late ..."
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