When I read in the ninth grade, I was a girl who was crucified on a girl and I liked the girl but she did not like me because I. They are very disappointed but the girl never cared about me but I always used to follow her behind the girl and try to convince the girl that she loved her much but she would not have got any benefit. She did not understand me.
After a long time I remembered my old memories and shared my blog
That's my love story
