Hey. Lets say, A guy likes a girl. The girls doesnt like him. Oh yeah and the girl found out. Though he didnt tell her. But he knows she found out. Throughout an extended period of time, the guy and girl are forced together because of circumstance, and friends. The girl resents that. And thus tries to avoid him to try to blow him off. The guy and girl go their separate ways, and the girl doesnt stop trying to avoid him. So they practically dont talk. Oh yeah but the guy still likes the girl after 3 years. And bought her a birthday present recently which was the most ex thing which he got for anyone. And she still tries to avoid him. Probably even more so. The guy knows this. But still likes the girl. Probably even more so.
Is this love?
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- Sunday, July 4, 2010 @ 1:54 AM
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- Sunday, July 4, 2010 @ 1:54 AM
Hey. Lets say, A guy likes a girl. The girls doesnt like him. Oh yeah and the girl found out. Though he didnt tell her. But he knows she found out. Throughout an extended period of time, the guy and girl are forced together because of circumstance, and friends. The girl resents that. And thus tries to avoid him to try to blow him off. The guy and girl go their separate ways, and the girl doesnt stop trying to avoid him. So they practically dont talk. Oh yeah but the guy still likes the girl after 3 years. And bought her a birthday present recently which was the most ex thing which he got for anyone. And she still tries to avoid him. Probably even more so. The guy knows this. But still likes the girl. Probably even more so.
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