Common topic

Here is a topic most of you love to read about. Guess  I'm part of that billion of people who write about it.  >_>' 

What do you want me to write about love?. . . My experiences? My opinion about this feeling? A story about a lovely couple? My recently crush? How would be my perfect guy? Who would I like to marry? 

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I'm pretty sure you don't want to know the answers to those questions. So I'll do something better [ hope it works (fingers crossed) ]  

I'll write about my friends experiences. They are very different and their stories as well. So probably you might feel identified with some of them. If it's not like this, then.. my plan would worked (because I believe each experience is unique).

Hmm nope. It won't work. They should tell you their stories personally, not me. 

Forget the plan~  I'll write about my crushes (I don't promise it would be interesting but as you continue reading you'll realized how unlucky I've been in love TT__TT  hahahaha)

1. This guy:

It was my first year in high school. Being the freshman sucks! no friends, no fun, nothing. Everyday was a routine, walk to school, study, return home, do homework, play video games, take a shower, sleep, wake up ... and it was like this every single day. Until one day I saw This Guy who was in my same grade but different section. He was handsome, tall, dark hair, nice smile. He looked friendly... and he was. At that time no guy used to approached me unless it was to tease me or bully me hahaha. Anyway.. This Guy came into my classroom to ask something and then, at the end, he smiled at me and said: Hi, you're Melanie, right? (I was like: Ehh? are you talking to me? IS THIS REAL!? XD ) and then he asked me if I could collaborate to organize an activity for sports. LOL Of course I said YES! hahaha... At least he talked to me ^^

First crush sucks~ HE HAD A GIRLFRIEND and she was in my classroom, and she was the kindest girl with me. So it was impossible. 

That day I realized This Guy was not for me... guess what? It didn't hurt.

It will continue  . . .