This is my habit sry to tell u

i find this from ppl blog i alway like to read ppl blog lolxx sry i know is weird but is my habit this is someone i don't know i will never anyhow read my friend blog for nothing this is a lesson i learn lolxx actually it is a story a very very touching story from this blog Her

"I have a boyfriend who grew up with me.

His name is Frans.

I always thought of him as a friend until last year, when we went to a trip from a club.

I found that I fell in love with him.

Before that trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him.

And soon we became a pair of lovers, but we loved each other in different ways.

I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there were so many other girls.

To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl.

"Frans, do you want to go watch a movie?" I asked.

Frans: "I cant" Why?

You need to study at home? I felt disappointment grabbing me.

No I am going to meet a friend.

He was always like that.

He met girls infront of me, like it was nothing.

To him, I was just a girlfriend.

The word "love" only came out of my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say "I love you" before.

To us, there weren't any anniversaries at all.

He didnt say anything from the first day and it continued through 100 days, 200 days...

Everyday he would hand me a doll. I dont know why. Then one day...

Me: Um, Frans...I love you.

Frans: Um, take this doll, and go home.

He dissappeared. Like he was running away from me.

The dolls I received filled my room. Then my 15th birthday came.

I wanted Frans to call. But the day turned to night. He never called. Then suddenly, at 2 am. He called and told me to go outside and meet him there.

Again, he handed me a doll and left. Forgetting my birthday. As he ran off I yelled, "Wait!"

He came. "Tell me you love me." I said.

He said simple cold words, then left. "If you are so desperate to hear it, find someone else."

Maybe he isnt right for me. I spent a month sitting and crying. He never called, though I waited around the phone each day. He just handed me a doll, ever morning, outside of my house. Never fail.

I decided to go back to school. My month of sulking was over.

But what pained me the most was that I saw him on the street, touching the doll, smiling, a smile I had never seen before, to another girl.

I ran home crying, whyd he give me all these dolls? They were probably picked out by other girls!

The phone rang, it was him, telling me to meet him outside.

Soon, he held out the doll. As usual.

I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it onto the road.

I yelled at him, telling him I never wanted to meet a person like him ever again.

But today, his eyes were shaking, he walked to the road to pick the doll up.

Me: You stupid! Just throw it away!

He ignored me and tried to pick it up. Then Honk~~Honk~~ A loud truck was coming toward him. I yelled for him to move. But he didnt hear.

HONK~~*Boom*

Thats how he went from me. I sulked even worse. He left me. I was alone.

After two months, I decided to take the dolls out. I wanted to see how many days I spent truly close to him.

There were 485 dolls.

I started to cry again. I hugged one of the dolls in my arms.

"I love you~~I love you"

I picked up another and pressed its stomach.

"I love you~~I love you"
"I love you~~I love you"
"I love you~~I love you"

I never realized it, but his heart was always beside me. Protecting me. I took the doll out from under the bed, the one with his blood stain on it. I squeezed its stomach.

"Jo...do you know what today is? Weve been loving each other for 486 days.

I couldnt say I love you. I was too shy. But take this doll...it will say I love you...everyday...until I die.

Jo...I love you."

Why God? Why am I too late? He cant be by my side. But he loved me until his last moment alive. And I will always carry that doll with me, until the day I can meet him in heaven."


So sad T__T

So for those who know wat to do do it now because time will not wait for u ;P
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