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I have a story from my life to tell all of you. It's about a girl that I love, who I'm pretty sure loves me back. But because of a lot of shit that life throws at you, we are not together.
It all started about 2 years ago, when I finally got fed up with the small town I lived in. I decided to do what my father did, and go out to see what the world had to offer. To go on an extended road trip. But on my first day traveling the road, I already gotten myself into trouble. Thats when I first met her. She helped me out and I ended up owing her a lot of money.
Yes. She charged me. But I had no way to pay her back, so I offered for her to come along with me until I find a way to pay her back. The girl was also traveling.
She grudgingly agreed to accompany me. I later found out that she'd ran away from home, which was why she easily agreed to follow me. She too had no money, and was also having trouble on the road. She had no choice but to take on a companion.
The first few days, were rough... but eventually we got used to each other. Then the days turned to weeks, then into months. I got to know everything about her: She loved the water, hated bugs, and liked cute things. We fought a lot, over many silly things, but we still managed to say goodnight when the time came to sleep.
I can't pinpoint when I actually fell in love with her, it could have happened slowly, but after a year of traveling I made up my mind to finally confess my love to her.
But before I was able to build enough courage to pull it off, she got a call from her bitchy older sisters. They were the reasons why she ran away in the first place. Something happened, and all too quickly I found myself waving good bye to her.
I cried, guys. All day and night I cried my heart out.
The day after, I woke up alone to a slightly different me. I acted normally, spoke, talked and even walked normal. But I felt a little different. A little hollow.
I went on with my life, and continued traveling. In attempt to fill the empty void and to make sure I didn't go insane, I had a wide range of traveling companions. A pair of siblings were one of my earlier ones. A brother and older sister, a stranger pair to be on the road alone. The older sister tried to start a romantic relation but, I was too depressed about my first love to even think about responding.
After a few sad months, the other person that'd been traveling with me for a while, a guy that joined up with me and the girl, suggested that I find try finding another person to interest myself with. With the siblings long gone, it had only been me and him, and I did begin to feel the need for female companionship.
The most recent girl that I'd picked up showed signs of liking me. But every time I get the nerve to respond, a picture of her comes to mind and I almost instantly become depressed.
It's been a couple months since I last seen her. And she still has this affect on me... even from halfway around the world she... I.. I just don't know what to do anymore...
Help me /a/..... I just....
It all started about 2 years ago, when I finally got fed up with the small town I lived in. I decided to do what my father did, and go out to see what the world had to offer. To go on an extended road trip. But on my first day traveling the road, I already gotten myself into trouble. Thats when I first met her. She helped me out and I ended up owing her a lot of money.
Yes. She charged me. But I had no way to pay her back, so I offered for her to come along with me until I find a way to pay her back. The girl was also traveling.
She grudgingly agreed to accompany me. I later found out that she'd ran away from home, which was why she easily agreed to follow me. She too had no money, and was also having trouble on the road. She had no choice but to take on a companion.
The first few days, were rough... but eventually we got used to each other. Then the days turned to weeks, then into months. I got to know everything about her: She loved the water, hated bugs, and liked cute things. We fought a lot, over many silly things, but we still managed to say goodnight when the time came to sleep.
I can't pinpoint when I actually fell in love with her, it could have happened slowly, but after a year of traveling I made up my mind to finally confess my love to her.
But before I was able to build enough courage to pull it off, she got a call from her bitchy older sisters. They were the reasons why she ran away in the first place. Something happened, and all too quickly I found myself waving good bye to her.
I cried, guys. All day and night I cried my heart out.
The day after, I woke up alone to a slightly different me. I acted normally, spoke, talked and even walked normal. But I felt a little different. A little hollow.
I went on with my life, and continued traveling. In attempt to fill the empty void and to make sure I didn't go insane, I had a wide range of traveling companions. A pair of siblings were one of my earlier ones. A brother and older sister, a stranger pair to be on the road alone. The older sister tried to start a romantic relation but, I was too depressed about my first love to even think about responding.
After a few sad months, the other person that'd been traveling with me for a while, a guy that joined up with me and the girl, suggested that I find try finding another person to interest myself with. With the siblings long gone, it had only been me and him, and I did begin to feel the need for female companionship.
The most recent girl that I'd picked up showed signs of liking me. But every time I get the nerve to respond, a picture of her comes to mind and I almost instantly become depressed.
It's been a couple months since I last seen her. And she still has this affect on me... even from halfway around the world she... I.. I just don't know what to do anymore...
Help me /a/..... I just....