I shouldn't mention her name. She's just like every girl in the world who was in the process to turn into a mature girl. The word mature itself didn't matter, the process was.
The boy hit on this girl, he loved her from head to toe that they could barely be seen walking apart. They were always together no matter where they went. We as good friends, supported them. We believe that this couple had become one of our big family.
As time went by, no one knew that the boy might act superior and thought that he was older which in fact was true, to look down on us. The girl became everybody's tale because of her attitude that put her in a mess.
They were strong though, everybody still tried to be friends with them so long we matured.
Here they were on the new path. They fought. They broke up.
It was easy for the boy to hit on another girl, played around with some friends and pretended nothing happened.
Poor the girl, nearly all didn't like her. it's not like they hated her but it's more likely they wanted her to act more friendly.
She's now alone. Seeing her former lover flirted with many girls. She was called sometimes. they made up and then they fought again.
It's weird how you defined love was. it might have a fresh date which will also lead to an expiration someday.
toughen up My Friend,
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