Story of first love

It was summer but we didn't have class yet. But we still talk about the problem. We even had a barkada. We had lunch together but I couldn't eat. I had anorexia during those times. He was angry because I didn't eat my food. So then, I slowly tried to eat again. I grew fat again. 😦 We never met again once we had a bar. When he got home, he was so excited to see me because I was still in CR, he was opening the door. Usually in front of a taxi to sit but at that time, he told me. As we were coming down, I was feeling like a princess because she had reached out my hand. But of course I made plans and didn't give her a hand. He knows I still can't moveonedotcom then. He likes others. He was one of his classmates. Me too, that's okay. Until I got used to being with her. I want him to always be by my side. I have started jealous of women who are his friends. But he said, even though some of them were women, I was still different. I was four years old when I felt like I loved her. When I invited him out. Not a date. It was just like before. He said yes then. I was really preparing. I bought clothes and shoes. Then he suddenly started to dance. It made me cry then. I really fought him. We haven't had a month's worth of work. When we met in the school hallway, we avoided thinking. Of course, I cry again every time that happens. Until one morning, while I was on my hospital duty, he suddenly texted. Requesting Evidence-Based Nursing papers. It's really bad, it's about 6am. He also has a duty of 6am and almost 2 hours flight to the hospital where he is assigned. I say, it's just a way of saying goodbye. Well, he was successful because we congratulated him. We're texting again. We met again at enrollment.