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This was sent to me via email last night. The name of the sender has been removed.
Well, the last time I was told I was beautiful was a year ago, last summer. It was boy called Timothy.It was in Miami and my family and I had gone with five other families and Timothy was in the Coleman's family and we'd kind of flitted around each other the whole vacation because we were so shy around each other. I was 15, he 18. With me being black and him being white, it was one of those things where I thought, "Oh my God, if I ask him out, he'll turn around and say that he only likes me as a friend." My friends said that he liked me, but me being so gormless, I put it down to harmless matchmaking.So for half of the holiday, we kind of avoided each other, trying to eschew any possible embrassment on both our parts. We ended up having argument over petty things, like who ate the last cornflakes (the whole six families shared a huge villa). My friends thought the reason why he was becoming more and more pugnacious with me is because they said all the local boys that i was friends with made him jealous. I thought it was vice versa on my part as I has seen him with girls that he would hang around with.So we argued and argued until one day he just grabbed me, kissed me, then ran off.We met up later and we told each other how we liked each other for ages. He did say he hated seeing me with other boys, and that point he told me I was beautiful, and we kissed, and everything was fantastic. That was until we came back from our hols and Timothy and his family had to move away....Sorry, but that's my tedious tale. Boring, but true...hoped I helped!
Well, the last time I was told I was beautiful was a year ago, last summer. It was boy called Timothy.It was in Miami and my family and I had gone with five other families and Timothy was in the Coleman's family and we'd kind of flitted around each other the whole vacation because we were so shy around each other. I was 15, he 18. With me being black and him being white, it was one of those things where I thought, "Oh my God, if I ask him out, he'll turn around and say that he only likes me as a friend." My friends said that he liked me, but me being so gormless, I put it down to harmless matchmaking.So for half of the holiday, we kind of avoided each other, trying to eschew any possible embrassment on both our parts. We ended up having argument over petty things, like who ate the last cornflakes (the whole six families shared a huge villa). My friends thought the reason why he was becoming more and more pugnacious with me is because they said all the local boys that i was friends with made him jealous. I thought it was vice versa on my part as I has seen him with girls that he would hang around with.So we argued and argued until one day he just grabbed me, kissed me, then ran off.We met up later and we told each other how we liked each other for ages. He did say he hated seeing me with other boys, and that point he told me I was beautiful, and we kissed, and everything was fantastic. That was until we came back from our hols and Timothy and his family had to move away....Sorry, but that's my tedious tale. Boring, but true...hoped I helped!
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