Basics of an emotional love story:
The main point of this story:
Ever since I was a child, I used to go to bed early at night, no matter how important it was. It was typical for me to nod off while messaging.
She used to tell me you don't reply on purpose...
You are tired of me; your heart is full...
I explained to her many times, but she didn't believe me...
Yeah, Al?
That sounds lovely poop to me, appears as though BT isn't for me all things considered.
Then came the day when he woke me up late at night with an excuse. 11:40 I was getting very sleepy. He said just twenty minutes to me and then give me whatever you say. Hardly past...
As soon as his Happy Birthday message came at twelve o'clock, sleep suddenly fell from my eyes and my delusions were not even this...
- I never even celebrated my birthday and for that, he woke me up...
- I don't remember what he said or what I answered.
- I would wake up for another two and a half hours but sleep was far away from me then I closed my eyes forcibly and I got lost in the valleys of sleep...
The present moment of this emotional love story:
Today was my birthday. At 12 o'clock at night, his message did not come. I waited all-day
I don't have it today, but I am writing this post wearing the watch given on this birthday...
