I have a friend who have a girlfriend since he was in 1st year high school. They are always together and happy but the time comes they graduate in high school, the parents of the girl migrate in province, so the girl persuade to go to province . The two lover's become sad, times come they always text each other and saying i love you and that they arealways be there for each other. One (1) year later the guy think, that he need to have an extra girlfriend for him not to feel sad.
Days past and the guy is enjoying the time with her new girlfriend. But when he is in his bed he remember her girlfriend when he was in high school.Then he says in his mind that until now he still love her.But he don't know that he will fall to the girl that he play.One day the boy stop texting to her long time girlfriend because he is tired to this relationship. Even the girl continuing text the guy the guy did not reply.
One year later the boy decided to marry the girl that he play.One week of preparation the boy do all he need to do, even her ex-girlfriend call him but he did not answer the phone.The guy works as a water delivery boy, a family business he always wait a call for his customer but when her x girlfriend call to the phone he says to his worker that I'm in my customer.
One time the phone rings, Nel (the guy's name) answers the phone he don't know that the call is from her x girlfriend.The girl say Nel? ahh no ma'am Nel is in his friend now.The girl says that Nel I know that it is you, Nel did not say anything and the girl cry, and asked Nel why he is hiding to her. She continue crying the girl says that you know Nel that it's okay to me even you have another girlfriend, just don't marry her :'( I love you so much. Nel said, "Celia in Monday i will be marry" Celia said," Nel i love you :'( I love you so much!.. Don't leave me Nel". Nel said" Celia i'm tired to this relationship it is not working" Celia said" nel Please.
To be continued............................
Monday, January 5, 2009
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