There was something about the feelings of other boys that never looked true for me. Maybe because I could see how they overestimate a relationship; it is not about the person itself. And I know that feelings can grow up in relationships. However, it never made sense for me. But something about that guy made me feel like his concern for me was real - independently of the kind of concern. And I suppose it was not just about his age, but about his way to be: closed off, kind of indifferent about any other thing except himself; who was too serious to lose his time with a girl like me.
And for all my childish games of pretending to be who I wasn’t, guess I really wanted to be a little different from who I was. And he made me feel like I was someone else. A more interesting person, or just a ordinary person, the way I’ve never felt before. He made me feel like I was finally living. And it was so true that he made me do things I would never do, or I thought I would never want to do. And the most painful thing: he made me change my own values just to be with him.
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