You were always the one.
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Ultima pubblicazione sab, ott 31, 2020
"How did you know I was the one."I said.
"You were always the one. Some people search their whole live to find what I found in you." Nael said.
I am a 23 year old girl with a pretty ordinary life. Same routine in my life, no drama, not involved in any university crush or love triangle. No handsome jock is crushing on me. it's not that I have a disorder that I can't love anyone nor is that I have never dreamt of a Prince Charming coming and saving my life. Plus I have very supportive parents. You might be thinking this girl has the most perfect life ever, no problems, supportive parents, no love life issues, so why is she ranting so much. But life isn't everything it seems, it's far more difficult. And what ever you are imagining right now I am sure by situation is far worse then that.
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