Breaking Up

Breaking up She cried, cried on my shoulder and asked me for a chance, a chance to be with her again. But her simple request was ultimately refused. Before seeing her part, I couldnt k without delay how profoundly she love me. If her tears and her love to me is postively related, she loved me as a beget loves her only son. But why did she treat me as her friend, her helper, her listener, fair(a) sometimes her boyfriend? The saying that we never care the things we right away enjoy is true. When I loved her as deep as the sea is, she didnt care me often. Now when I am throw off to her, she asked me for a chance to care me as much as she had never done. But it is too late. Promises are nice, but precisely kept, and they should not be easily made, or disappointments are expected. Her tears made me feel sorry and guilty, but nothing much than that. She wanted me to love her as I did before by her tears, but she failed. It is fated that I and she should be friends only. But we didnt till this...If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: OrderCustomPaper.com

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