So here is my story, it's the first time i post on this forum but it's like i finally found a place with people like me who understand my dispair and feel the same
to start, i'm French and i'm fat 100kg (220lbs) for 1m80 (6') (it's being skinny in USA)
in summer 2016 i found a pretty girl that didnt had a lot of friend, and not a lot of people talked to her, i started to get interested into her, to me she was the prettiest girl i ever saw (not joking)
we started to talk to each other on messenger for weeks and weeks and she was telling me i was the first boy to talk to her this much and was interested by what she was saying, I was completely in love after 1 month of talking with her, only thinking about her and always talking to her, sometimes i even invited her to the cinema or in park
she never really said nice things to me but she always talked to me, saying no other person was talking to her
during the new year eve i started a long message explaining her how much love i felt for her and she answered that she never experienced love and couldnt love someone because she doesnt find it interesting (remember that for the future)
after that, i didnt lost my hope, she was the prettiest girl i ever saw and the only girl that ever talked to me this much (i've always been rejected)
during summer 2017 i introduced a friend that we will call *antoine* this was my friend
i introduced him to our group of friend, some random people and more importantely, the girl i loved and me,
Antoine had a second house in the south of France, a really expensive and pretty one
i also have to mention that Antoine is a really beautiful man, was happy to be his friend
during the trip, i left discretely the group of friend to escape and go to the local market of south of france, something that sound like heaven, and that will soon, smell like hell for me.
i found a flower market (dunno how to say this in english) and bought a bunch of really pretty flower, i ran all the way down to the street and some old people said ho look at this young man he is going to offer flower to his sweetheart, i smiled
then i opened the door, found the girl of my life brushing her teeth (roflmao it wasn't the best time to offer her the flower) but i still entered the bathroom and said :
'here, they are for you, i thought about you'
and she answered : 'what i should do with those flower " with a perplexe face
i closed the door and throw the flower in the bin
1 week after the holiday
i found out that
she was now with my friend Antoine and he smashed her
they are still together by the time i'm writing this message
i hate love
to start, i'm French and i'm fat 100kg (220lbs) for 1m80 (6') (it's being skinny in USA)
in summer 2016 i found a pretty girl that didnt had a lot of friend, and not a lot of people talked to her, i started to get interested into her, to me she was the prettiest girl i ever saw (not joking)
we started to talk to each other on messenger for weeks and weeks and she was telling me i was the first boy to talk to her this much and was interested by what she was saying, I was completely in love after 1 month of talking with her, only thinking about her and always talking to her, sometimes i even invited her to the cinema or in park
she never really said nice things to me but she always talked to me, saying no other person was talking to her
during the new year eve i started a long message explaining her how much love i felt for her and she answered that she never experienced love and couldnt love someone because she doesnt find it interesting (remember that for the future)
after that, i didnt lost my hope, she was the prettiest girl i ever saw and the only girl that ever talked to me this much (i've always been rejected)
during summer 2017 i introduced a friend that we will call *antoine* this was my friend
i introduced him to our group of friend, some random people and more importantely, the girl i loved and me,
Antoine had a second house in the south of France, a really expensive and pretty one
i also have to mention that Antoine is a really beautiful man, was happy to be his friend
during the trip, i left discretely the group of friend to escape and go to the local market of south of france, something that sound like heaven, and that will soon, smell like hell for me.
i found a flower market (dunno how to say this in english) and bought a bunch of really pretty flower, i ran all the way down to the street and some old people said ho look at this young man he is going to offer flower to his sweetheart, i smiled
then i opened the door, found the girl of my life brushing her teeth (roflmao it wasn't the best time to offer her the flower) but i still entered the bathroom and said :
'here, they are for you, i thought about you'
and she answered : 'what i should do with those flower " with a perplexe face
i closed the door and throw the flower in the bin
1 week after the holiday
i found out that
she was now with my friend Antoine and he smashed her
they are still together by the time i'm writing this message
i hate love
