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Anonymous asked: Why are there only girls who write love stories here? Makes me wonder if guys don't care as much. Please prove me wrong.
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from one of you readers.
råkade komma in på din blogg för några dagar sen, fastnade helt, har kollat igenom alla bilder. fint. försöker gå vidare i livet, det här hjälper lite. ville bara säga tack.
Dec 18th
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Dec 18th
elouties asked: what e-mail address do you have? i'd like to send you a picture
Dec 18th
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Love for me is not love for him. It was you then, now, and it’s been you for a long time now. But you don’t vare. You don’t feel.
Dec 18th
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I waited for him at the airport to tell it to him for the first time.. ..the next day the doorbell rang and I got this in return Translation: 1. i’m in love with you 2.  i’m in love with you too / but it’s a little scary.
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Just wanted to spead some of my love. This is the love of my life. I love him with all my heart and even more. 
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Första kärleken När jag var 11 år gammal såg jag en pojke fara förbi mig på en röd cykel. Han var blond och blåögd och det finaste jag då hade sett. Jag tänkte nog att ‘honom skulle jag vilja vara kär i’, men veckor och månader gick och tillslut var han en sådan som bara fanns där i bakgrunden. Min moster dog under tragiska omständigheter när jag var 13. En av hennes närmsta arbetskamrater bodde...
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