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My first love started in college with a pen.
She comes to Facebook only once every Sunday. That too is room time.
In that half hour of talking to her all of that week’s problems would be forgotten.
I fell in love with the desire that life would be better for me if she was in my life
Seeing me talking to her, her friends started making fun of her.
I stopped talking because she did not like love.
Today is she birthday
Waiting to give gift in the afternoon.
If the last gift is purchased
We will see what happened next in the next part of the story