He, was My Summer loveFirst love...
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Continúa, Has publicado mar 09, 2015
about my love life..
He moved up near my friend nami, so we hung out for a few days so that we could start a real 
relationship together. It really started to heat up when we were looking over the Devils Punchbowl, and we began to make out. I really, really liked him. 
And i saw him as being my boyfriend for a long time. 
But about a week later, he messaged me on facebook saying "Hi uhm listen, I really dont feel comfortable dating right now. 
I just moved here and I'm not ready. 
I think its better if we just remain friends". That message destroyed me inside. My entire world stopped spinning. My heart dropped. 
I cried for hours about it.
 I took it personally, i blamed it on myself. I was heart broken for about 2 months.


My lesson learned was that don't hold on to something too tight, because you never know how fast you might loose it. Love is like soap.
 You think you have it, but then it slips away.
 I let myself get so caught up with him, that i lost it. Love isn't perfect, so don't expect everything to go as you planned. 
Dont ever let a boy get you down ladies! You're beautiful, don't ever forget that!
Now that i think about it, maybe it is better that we remained friends. Because i really dont know what my life would be without my best friend, James ♥
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