My story complicated

Written by Joana da Silva Mendes on 30. März 2010:

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My story is a little complicated, mi love with a coworker, but I do not gave much to her ball , she came across it and sometimes not even saw it, but I always felt something he could not explain, but she always played with me and I sometimes not bother me so much that at the time I was in love with another colleague, I thought I was right!
Another day I realized that what was felt by the other illusion, I do not feel anything, and he could not explain what she felt about the time I was passing one day I woke up calm and seemingly normal one morning and peercebi what I felt it was simply nothing less than love.
From one day to the next act began difernte near it, Concegua not act normally around her, or I passed it and could not look away and she always showed muiot minterece in me but gave the ball so well, and she began to realize I was getting more timid stranger next to her every time she pulled subject I was afraid of what was about to speak, the time passed I increasingly more passionate for not knowing how to choose my words I spent many times a child and that inclusivel she already told me this was the unfortunate meis days of my life. Today she does not want to know more about me so I tell you and enjoy your chance do not make the same mistake I made.