Hello, I have to tell you first that the phrase "love is a beautiful thing" has never been understood by me. When I talk to anyone, there are only tears. If there is no sadness, boredom comes instead. I've never once encountered what is truly called love. Until I met this girl

She is an ordinary person, nothing special at all. But when I started talking to her, I felt like I was sucked into her world. I fell into it willingly. We talked every day. For a while, we started calling each other. I was so infatuated with her that if I didn't talk to her I would be extremely nervous. I think she feels the same as I do.

We had been talking for almost a month and she asked me to date her and I was dying to say yes. But I had to reject her. But she still managed to ask me again about two or three more times. But I rejected her again. Because I am a person who gets bored easily. Normally I can't talk to anyone for more than two months. I just don't want to agree to be with her for a short time and then break up and say goodbye like previous girlfriends.

I want to talk to her until I'm sure I really like her. I hope you understand me From that day, we spent almost two months studying each other's hearts. I could feel that her heart had begun to change. Our relationship has reached a point of saturation. She disappeared one day before our two-month anniversary. I've been chatting to her all day but she hasn't come to read all day.

The next day, I chatted with her again with a depressed heart. Until finally he answered me She told me she wanted to end our relationship. We talked and nothing progressed, she said. I read the message with tears and a broken heart. Well, I probably won't have to stay up late talking to her again. So tonight I'll sleep early.

But late that night, I slept later than I had with her. Because my brain only has you in my head I cried all night until I fell asleep. And woke up again in the middle of the night to cry for her again. Her story kept popping into my head. Until the morning my hair was still in the whirlpool with you. I brush my teeth with tears in my eyes.

I'm about to ask her to date me. But no matter what I do, she won't let me ask her out. I don't want to forget you. It is too difficult I want you back As I wrote this chapter, I still couldn't stop crying. Tears dripped down the keyboard without stopping. And what's even more sad? I saw how she was cold about our story that ended like that.

It is a word that worries me a lot. So could you please come back and answer the questions I have on my mind and help you a little more?