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Those words made me feel happy again for once but also... a bit nervous.

Not because I thought you were a playboy like the ones in the movies but because ... I was new to this feeling.

All my life ,no friends to comfort me, no family to keep track on me, and no one to lean on.

It wasn't pleasant being alone but I got used to it. Who cares? Oh wait.. Nobody does. But with you, it was a different feeling.

Is this it? That feeling of someone staying with you? Someone that can stand 1 minute with you? I am not sure but one thing is though.

I like this "foreign" feeling.

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