DRUK IN LOVE
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"DRUK IN LOVE" Jongens, allemaal hetzelfde, voel jij ook soms dat er in deze tijd geen hoop is voor liefde? Ja? Ik ook. Maar ik ben anders, ik ga van het ene jongen naar het andere, weet ook niet waarom kan het niet stoppen. Ik leer jongens kennen en wordt opslag verliefd, zelf heb ik NOOIT gevoeld hoe echte liefde voelt, want als ik verliefd werd, wordt ik opslag de volgende dag gedumpt. Ik haat jongens. Ik ben Nadia. Ik ben 15. Heb en broer. Van al mijn vriendinnen is er maar eentje die true met me is. Jullie hebben al gelezen dat ik en probleem heb, maar eigelijk is dat niets in vergeleken met wat ik heb meegemaakt, ben zo veel kwijt geraakt. Ik zelf was de weg ook kwijt naar mezelf.
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My life in ruins, this is where I'm at currently. I was living a lie, lying to people and most importantly to myself. You can act straight all you want, you can try to convince yourself that, but no matter how hard you try. The truth is always revealed. What did I do? I stroked her face, and told her she was still beautiful, then I bent down and kissed her. One of those soft, yet deep, gut wrenching, I'll always love you, but I have to let you go, goodbye kisses. Then I rested my forehead on hers and closed my eyes. I saw the past that we had, all of the memories we had together, I took them in, I felt the feelings again, I processed them. Then I saw the dreams that we dreamed for our future, I saw all of our plans that we made, I felt them, I felt the pain of what would never be, and then I released it all. I didn't realize I was sobbing until I felt her hand graze over the tears. I opened my eyes, blinked away the tears I had left, and smiled. She returned my smile. We knew at that point that no matter what happened, we would be ok.............. This is my struggle, this is my journey. Join me for the ride, but make sure you wear your helmet.

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