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RomanRyan1088
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Hello to all, i would like to tell you a little story, if you dont wanna hear about my life, then I reccomend you leave:
When I started my Freshman year, I meet this girl name Tabitha. Me and her eventually became the best of friends, we laughed, cried, and did about everything together. Me and her are are hard to pull apart.
Now I have started my Sophomore year, and i find myself thinking about us. I can’t stop thinking about her, and I feel that if we were to get together, we would be even happier. I imagine us at the mall hand in hand, walking from store to store. I even find myself thinking about kissing her.
Now the problem. I don’t know if I really wanna ask her out. Me and her have a REALLY good relationship. I am afraid, if we start going out, and it doesn’t work out, our friendship will be over, and i don’t know if im willing to risk that. So here I am. I figured since many in here have been married for a while, ya’ll would be able to give me some advice. If you were in my shoes, what would ya’ll do
And don’t tell me to talk to my parents about it, I already told them, and they keep on saying “Oh, our little boy is growing up”
When I started my Freshman year, I meet this girl name Tabitha. Me and her eventually became the best of friends, we laughed, cried, and did about everything together. Me and her are are hard to pull apart.
Now I have started my Sophomore year, and i find myself thinking about us. I can’t stop thinking about her, and I feel that if we were to get together, we would be even happier. I imagine us at the mall hand in hand, walking from store to store. I even find myself thinking about kissing her.
Now the problem. I don’t know if I really wanna ask her out. Me and her have a REALLY good relationship. I am afraid, if we start going out, and it doesn’t work out, our friendship will be over, and i don’t know if im willing to risk that. So here I am. I figured since many in here have been married for a while, ya’ll would be able to give me some advice. If you were in my shoes, what would ya’ll do
And don’t tell me to talk to my parents about it, I already told them, and they keep on saying “Oh, our little boy is growing up”