I was fifteen years old when I had my heart broken for the first time. It was my first real relationship and subsequently my first real heartache. I was young and gullible, believing every word that escaped from the lips of the older boy. Every promise that he made, I took to heart, every kiss that he gave, I savored. I reveled in every moment
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I was in New Orleans a few years ago and totally fell in love with the vibe of the city, not to mention the architecture of the old homes are truly incredible cos they’re so reminiscent of the French style, it’s like you can still feel their imprint there.
A cute puppy will cure almost anything, but I’m sure that having you there was what your sister really needed the most.
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There is nothing about this city that isn't to love really, everything about it is perfect, and just like you said, it really is like you can feel the imprint that they left!
I was just glad that I was able to be there for her, being the youngest she's always been my baby, and as much as it broke my heart for what she was going through, i'm glad that I was able to be there for her.
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