Confusion
I really didn't notice that my love life was like of a novel.
My friends trusted him too much and I really didn't care. I cried not because he decieved me but because he failed my friends. It wasn't for himbut all for my friends.
And now. . .
When I left that's when he realize what he lost.
Now he's asking for a chance, I don't know what to do. this isn't a novel that I write I don't know the plot? If God gives us a chance to live who am I to not give other people a chance to change.?
What do I do?
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