I want him to like me, but I don't want to like him (as much as I do now). I want him to know, but when I think again, I don't want him to know. I really never want him to know. I wanted to know why I like him, and why I love him. But then I don't really want too, at the same time. I love him, but I don't really know why I do, and I wanted to know everytime I told someone I love him.
- Mai Chor
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The dairy of my love story
RandomThese are true stories that had happened to me. Alena is Ashlee, Melina is Michelle, Beth is Brianna, Melony is Melony, Anna is Annasy,and Maria is me( I won't tell my name but my name does start with the letter M )
