What goes around comes around

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Hahaaahaa...Please don't blame me,this is just an expression of my feeling...

Submitted: May 17, 2008

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Submitted: May 17, 2008

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What goes around comes around
 
 
 
It is funny when every times I heard Justin Timberlake song titled ‘what goes around comes around’. Yes, but I’m agreed with him. What goes around will come around.
 
 
I am 18 years old teenager. I have lots of friends and lots of best friends too. I’m kind of easy in falling in love with boys. If I like this one boy and he shows a green light that he likes me too, I will never let go the change to be with him. But then I meet this other guy and he asked me to be his girlfriend, sure if I like him I will agree to be his girlfriend. Yes, I was a playgirl. I know and realize about it. But I really think it was fun, until one day,
 
“Hey Orange, let me introduce you to my friend.”
“Oh-Hello?”
“Ran, this is my best friend, Orange. Orange, this is my fiancée’s bestfriend, Ran.”
“Hello Orange, nice to meet you.”
 
OMG! This guy is 6 foot tall and looking dangerously handsome! He has the seducing smile I have ever met and his eyes sparkling like a star! I have found my prince charming!
 
Orange, I know I sound stupid but I think I have fall in love with you since the first time I met you. Ran.
I was almost turning into a super-hyper active girl when he messages me that text. And I reply,
 
Really? I think you are just being nice with me.’
 
I always have the attitude to make a man say those words first.
 
No, I am serious. I heard from your best friend that you are single. Is that true?
 
Huh! Without thinking, I reply,
 
Yes, I am single.’
 
I’m glad to hear that. Would you like to be my girlfriend?
 
Yippee! That's the word I’m waiting for. Without a second thought I reply Ran message.
 
I’m glad to be your girlfriend.
 
That's how I handle a man. But this time I think I really like this guy named Ran. Since I agreed to be his girlfriend, I didn’t keep in touch with my other boyfriends. Ran was so nice with me. When I’m sad, he will accompany me and keep supporting me. When I am happy, I will share that happy moment with him. My feeling for him is getting stronger and stronger everyday and time. I feel empty without him next to me and I feel sad when he was so busy that make him can’t reply my messages.
 
Everyday and each minutes and every hours we keep sending a messages like ‘I love you’ and ‘I miss you’. That how strong I feel for this Ran. Because I always keep giving my other boyfriends an unreasonable excuse, one by one my boyfriends gone *Dusssshhh* Just like a wind. Until Ran is the only one I have.
 
It’s not taking a long time to end the happiness, after two weeks we have been together, suddenly one day he send me a message.
 
I am so-so-so-sorry. My parent knows about our relationship and the different of our culture. I can’t do anything, Orange. They asked me to end our relationship and I guess our relationship end here. I am so sorry. You will be always in my sweet memory. Ran.
 
So what? I keep my head up and my broken pride up and reply his message.
 
Ok.
 
That the only word I can think about that time. I feel like someone had ripped my heart from my chest and I can’t breath. My head was dizzy and I can’t think straightly. I love this guy so much and I almost give him everything.
 
It’s taken me one week to forget about that painful moment and try to breathe again. I burn his photo and I throw away his T-shirt. Damn that guy!
 
Then I found out that he is a player too. I shook my head again and again and I almost want to smack my head directly into the wall, he had played me, and I feel so stupid for believing him.
 
There I realize,
 
Ooo…that how my other boyfriend feels when they found out that I’d played them.
 
 
It was damn hurt and until now, I still can’t forget Ran. Maybe my other boyfriends still can’t forget me?
Huh, who care? I feel terrible and regret all my mistakes. I’m not a player anymore because I know how hurt it is to be played and I don’t want to hurt others again.
 
The moral of the story here, don’t do anything bad to other because ‘what goes around will comes around’.


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