Saturday, January 2, 2010
Love is blind$BlogItemTitle$>
Based on my experience, love is blind. I believe most people will agree with me, 4years ago I met a guy whom I regard as my Prince Charming. He is the guy whom I've been looking for. I was working when he approached me, we had a small conversation before we exchange numbers. I thought I was very lucky and blessed to have got to know my Prince Charming. Its like a dream come true. He is the guy with a great personality, I am attracted with his way.
On our 1st date, he gave me a surprised which I think most guys don't do. He gave a few cards written with simple messages. Every card content different messages, I felt that it was amazing no guys have done this for me before. His messages through the cards make me fall for him. Each time when I met him, he never fail to give me card. It may sound very silly, just a card make me feel so happy.
After a few dates, we went into relationship. I was extremely happy to be with my Prince Charming. The happy moments only last for a few months, he startedto show his true colours. From a guy whom I thought have a great personality turn into someone who is possesive, selfish, hot-tempered, unfaithful, liars and etc.
One evening we were having dinner at his place, he placed his handphone on the table there was an incoming message so I thought I just read it since he does that to me all the time. When I read the message, I was very shocked it was a girl. I asked him, who is that girl. He claimed she is an old friend. He did not tell anyone about our relationship, I was very mad with him. I just left him and decided to end the relationship. He kept calling and message me but I do not bother, his parents too called me to explain things and beg to give their son a chance.
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A fresh new year 2010$BlogItemTitle$>
Hello readers, as you can see, I'm new to blogspot. So it will take some time for me to get use the functions and stuffs like that :) Anyway, Happy New Year to all readers even though it's 2 days ago. Hehehe..
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