A) I met a girl.
B) She is young.
C) She told me that she only wanted something casual because her schooling and her parental restrictions would not allow her to have a boyfriend.
D) In essence, she had no time.
E) We became fast friends and she enjoyed passion.
F) She is only 19. I have to honest.
G) I am like John Lee Hooker in that such a youthful beautiful girl is going to fucking get me hot. Why lie.
H) She found a boyfriend.
I) She said she still wants to fuck me and hang out.
J) I was cool because I am like a doctor. Just do no harm. Give her what she wants, and if it served to benefit me also, then nobody is the worse for wear.
K) A pen pal whom I have known for 3 years has recently made a reality check into my life, putting face to stories. A face to a name.
L) A girl that actually likes fashion and food and shopping (but not in a way that includes sweat-pants and fucking ugly shoes).
M) After telling my young friend, I find out that she wanted her cake and to eat it too.
N) The singer, the artist, the young girl. She wanted to have a boyfriend and a fucktoy and was angry when I told her that I was as fortunate as she and that I have found a girl that is OK with me having more than one girl.
O) The young girl now hates me for falling in love with this pen pal.
P) The pen pal is moving to NYC to work for a fashion magazine.
Q) I am falling in love with her.
R) I hurt the other girl, or she hurt herself. Either way, I am super sensitive, and this whole whirlwind has me wanting to shed tears.
S) Mostly I want to cry because I have fallen in love.
T) I wish the younger girl could be OK and be my friend. Who cares about the fucking. Who cares about the squirting and swollen soreness.
U) Can she not be happy for me as I am for her?
V) I feel like she is being selfish.
W) I want to clothe this pen pal, the most beautiful girl I know, in the most coolest of dresses and shoes.
X) I want my friend also. I want her to just talk to me in a manner that friends talk. Yet I have been on her side of the coin. She needs to get me out of her system with anger.
Z) Basically, emotions suck. They complicate everything. Unless you are raw pervert. Then you can fuck, you can walk, you can talk, and nothing is going to get in the way except for the pure romance.
1) I think I have pure romance right now. That look in the eye. That pump in the heart, and that fucking shuddering sigh in the fucking lung. The deep sigh and breath. The one that feels like burning cardio issues.
1.A) FUCK
B) She is young.
C) She told me that she only wanted something casual because her schooling and her parental restrictions would not allow her to have a boyfriend.
D) In essence, she had no time.
E) We became fast friends and she enjoyed passion.
F) She is only 19. I have to honest.
G) I am like John Lee Hooker in that such a youthful beautiful girl is going to fucking get me hot. Why lie.
H) She found a boyfriend.
I) She said she still wants to fuck me and hang out.
J) I was cool because I am like a doctor. Just do no harm. Give her what she wants, and if it served to benefit me also, then nobody is the worse for wear.
K) A pen pal whom I have known for 3 years has recently made a reality check into my life, putting face to stories. A face to a name.
L) A girl that actually likes fashion and food and shopping (but not in a way that includes sweat-pants and fucking ugly shoes).
M) After telling my young friend, I find out that she wanted her cake and to eat it too.
N) The singer, the artist, the young girl. She wanted to have a boyfriend and a fucktoy and was angry when I told her that I was as fortunate as she and that I have found a girl that is OK with me having more than one girl.
O) The young girl now hates me for falling in love with this pen pal.
P) The pen pal is moving to NYC to work for a fashion magazine.
Q) I am falling in love with her.
R) I hurt the other girl, or she hurt herself. Either way, I am super sensitive, and this whole whirlwind has me wanting to shed tears.
S) Mostly I want to cry because I have fallen in love.
T) I wish the younger girl could be OK and be my friend. Who cares about the fucking. Who cares about the squirting and swollen soreness.
U) Can she not be happy for me as I am for her?
V) I feel like she is being selfish.
W) I want to clothe this pen pal, the most beautiful girl I know, in the most coolest of dresses and shoes.
X) I want my friend also. I want her to just talk to me in a manner that friends talk. Yet I have been on her side of the coin. She needs to get me out of her system with anger.
Z) Basically, emotions suck. They complicate everything. Unless you are raw pervert. Then you can fuck, you can walk, you can talk, and nothing is going to get in the way except for the pure romance.
1) I think I have pure romance right now. That look in the eye. That pump in the heart, and that fucking shuddering sigh in the fucking lung. The deep sigh and breath. The one that feels like burning cardio issues.
1.A) FUCK
I can empathize, not sure how much more I can assist here. Emotional maturity is an 'x' factor in the make up of any person....and you never really ffind it's measure until the S^^^ hits the fan, in one way or another.
Acknowledge what was good about her ( the young one) and what was right about the relationship. Don't give in to hate, use the fo....oh, you know what I mean.
Good luck.