(Well rather than an actual autobiography, this is more of an introduction to my past (very insignificant, really non-existent) love life.)
It all started with Ajay. Funny, it feels like I’ve
thought about all these things a million times but here I am wondering where it
all began. Oh that’s right! When we exchanged msns. I remember now, it was at school during music. He’d asked for mine, and I gave it…that can’t be
right. I distinctly remember him adding me on msn and me asking how the heck he
got it. No, he’d asked for it, and I’d refused to give it to him.
It’s bizarre how things come back to you, if you really
start thinking about it. So he had added me on msn and we’d started talking.
And that’s where things had kicked off. Immediately. I remember writing in my
diary how I’d talked to him for hours in that one conversation. How great and
intense the conversation was. How I’d never had one like it.
It’s funny, reading through my diary I never really admitted he was my boyfriend, I was in a state of disbelief; that it wasn’t real, that it couldn’t last. I was really happy and I was determined it wouldn’t work.
Just thinking about how happy I was makes my heart ache a little. God how..PUKE. Yep pathetic. There were moments in my diary where you could tell how happy I was..(terrible ending but I lost the inspiration to carry on writing so TO BE CONTINUED.)
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