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29.10.2018

Iol. This challenge really wants to get me depressed. I'm gonna end up disgusted with fucking Leon. And I have to get you so drunk. Okay, we're going to go.

Actually, he wasn't my first love, I had a love story in kindergarten. And yes. Today I'm going to talk about the story and not about him. Leon I was 11 or 12. I get really attached quickly and I'm a fucking artichoke heart. We talked a lot, only via social networks, not a lot in real life. It was especially during the holidays, we talked almost every day, all the time, I was afraid to get attached and be with him knowing that he was chaining chicks, and it was when he was in a relationship that my crush was the most intense. I was in the delirium of the college rebel, impossible love, Leon was a year older than me, he had more love experiences, he was both enterprising and distant, a blow to get me the best disks in the French language and then to try to manage other chicks. But it lasted three years. You loved demonstrative and tactile chicks even in front of people and I wasn't like that. You were in a relationship when you had just arrived, you had a place in my heart and I dare to think that I had mine in yours because despite my pathetic recals you kept going and you kept doing it every holiday. I was happy to know that my crush was mutual, but Leon, you weren't someone to me.

When I think about it, I was like all the chicks I judge today, the type to choose the wrong guy to the right guy.

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