I can't really describe it. This feeling. This ugly feeling. It hurts. It hurts so bad,but I have nothing to do about it. I feel like my body is ripped off and my soul is taken from me...and all of that is because of a boy..a man...a real man
Our story started from a year ago. I bet you know how it ends. One year full of love. Hatred. Honor. cowrdness. I loved him. I loved him so much and I know he loved me back at some point.
The first time I saw him I was in class.
It was English literature.
"As you see the poet here wants to express his feelings to his beloved" professor essac said. I was sitting in English class..Don't get me wrong I loved English literature but it was boring as hell and then the classroom 's door opened and the headmaster entered . He was a short man with a huge billy infront of him that you think he's pregnant..
He said " professor Essac can I have a moment please,I hope I am not disturbing you in any way".
"not at all " professor Essac said.
They started talking and then professor Essac said " Ok everyone, I want you to welcome our newest student here..Com'on Mohamed "
I looked at the door . I saw a young guy enters he was kind of handsome. He wore good clothes,fancy even. He looked young and angelic. I don't know why I called him angelic, most boys nowadays are rough but he was different in a mysterious way and then I knew instantly why he was different. .....
HE WAS BLIND
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True Love Never Exists
RomanceHave you ever asked yourself about all those love stories you hear? ? Are they true? Don't get me wrong. I know you are a bit shocked by the title, but unfortunately no real happiness can occur without sadness and lose. . Don't worry this story ends...
