After the end. (Virtual love)
After the end. (Virtual love)

After the end. (Virtual love)

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I've always been very romantic, giving notes, buying chocolate, or even writing a letter. But I never really loved someone, it was just, that nice feeling of liking someone for the first time, my first love was a boy from my school who didn't care about my existence, even though I filled him with chocolate, notes and letters, I had no return. Well, I must have been nine at the time. I continued to like this kid until eighth grade. Since that time, I spent a lot of time on the computer, I ended up making a fake profile, of a character from my favorite show, Jo Harvelle (Jo, you're a beautiful, I miss you.) And there I met a very special boy. So I guess that's where my story with the love of my life started. Katherine Morgan.
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