Love is only true in fairytales
Good evening. I have just read djslain's post about his foregone depression, so I felt like sharing some experiences I have had. One thing differs here: I do not have the sollution to my problem. I know my situation is not half as bad as a person having a depression, but then again things will not get any better continuing going this way. Enough with this, and on to the story.
The year was 2001. At 16 years, I was a normal boy, going to school, playing a little computer, watching TV and so on. I have never had a girlfriend, but that was not a thing I was concerned about. Some friends at school told me about a cafe, where they came often. I started comming there too. At around the same time, the clan that I was member of got a new member. She knew people at the cafe too, and started comming there. Of course I said hello her, and talked a little with her, but the fact that she was 22, made her nothing more than a friend in my eyes.
A month or two later, she asked me to come home to here and eat dinner. Sure, she was nice and sweet, so I accepted the invitation. We ate, wacthed a movie and met a couple of her friends. During the evening we laughed and talked a lot, and when was time to sleep, I whispered to her, that if just I have been older, I was sure that we could have been more than friends. Then we started kissing. The next morning I was not a virgin anymore.
For 1 month we were together, keeping it secret though, as she did not approve going official with a 6-year-old younger boy. We broke up because I could not keep the secret, but even after then, the feelings still were there.
She has had 4 relationchips since then, I zero. She has kissed me and even tryed to go further a few times since we broke up, but I could not do it, knowing she not was interested in a serious relationschip. Even now and then I drop a tear when I see her beatiful face, or think of her.
Thus being 13 months since we split up, I think about her constantly. My nearest friends, whom know about all this tell me to drop her, to let her go. But that I can not do, even if I try. Living in selfdenial just make me hunger more for her.
I actually started interesting in trancemusic around the time we split up, because I found it a way of simply drifting away from my problems, away from everything...
This is where the story ends, I'm not sure why I post this, but I have an idea that it helps to share with somebody.
Keep it up 
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