That message Monday night moved me.
That same day he gave me his personal whastapp number, and we started talking.
About him, always about him. A self-assured man, nothing could shake his ego.
The conversation went on until midnight.
The next morning, when I woke up, the first thing I did was to open the app, after all, I could have dreamed,
and there was an audio of him wishing me good night, I had slept and left him talking to himself. It was when
I said good morning, apologizing for having left him talking to myself, that was exactly at 5 am, immediately
he replied: "Wow, you have everything to do with me, until you wake up early you wake up".
And that Tuesday we talked all day, until midnight, including by video call. I could hardly believe that his interest in me was real.
So perfect, so beautiful, doctor, owner of a charming smile, all day he spoke to me, showing me how much he was really interested in me. I was delighted.
But the next day would be a difficult day. Wednesday was a day that night was always dedicated to my boyfriend. I liked him, I even said that I loved him, a slight boy, but that he wanted to give me the world, home, children he wanted to marry me.
"AND TODAY WHAT I'LL DO" for the doctor I had to tell a lie, said I had an appointment at the church. It worked.
That night when my building's bell rang. I opened the door and came across a vase of pink flowers.
This story is complicating. And now I see... Poor boyfriend
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