Love story

Tell me who wants to shed blood from the body of love?

Tell me who wants to shed blood from the body of love?

It’s a cold January afternoon. I was sitting in a small coffee shop in a secluded part of town. In one hand was a mug of espresso coffee, in the other a rugged four-color magazine. The winter was a little too cold that year, the thick fur coats of fur, the smoked expresso coffee, and the deadly navel-belly book of the provocative foreign heroines of the magazine pages were giving nothing om.

The January frost had penetrated the bloodstream and was causing a feeling of shivering all over the body. Tell me who wants to shed blood from the body of love?

I first met him on a winter afternoon. He also came to have coffee. Sitting at the table right in front of me. Surprisingly, despite being so close and beautiful enough, my eyes did not fall on her.

When he came to my table with slow legs he said, “You act very well.” That’s when I looked at the girl. Her head was full of brown hair, straight nose, deep eyes, thin lips, a chocolate-colored children’s jacket, and a woolen veil as white as a cashew flower.

I was a little shocked and asked him to sit down. He sat down and smiled sweetly and said again, “You do very good theater.” A few days ago we did a play at a local government college, this girl is probably a college student. I smiled a little shyly and said, “That’s what.”

This is how it started … I forcibly paid for his coffee that day, and he pulled out a pink notepad from the perch and took down my mobile number.

Since then we have been talking on mobile phones, texting, occasionally chatting in the coffee shop, even after that, whatever else, we fell in love.

In the case of girls, a complaint is often made that they really like the boys’ money. I thought so too, but he didn’t want to eat anything but a little coffee, and if he bought it, he would lift the hood, or it would hurt his ego. He liked to walk barefoot along the railway line or on the west banks of the river holding hands. And he often did an incredible job while walking: Iniye Binye admired my appearance. At first, I didn’t care, I thought he was joking, but slowly I realized that for some strange reason he remembered my black cartoon-like look. Shameless self-promotion for Ballistic Products and a great bargain on a neat little knife for you. And surprisingly, for the first time in a few days, a faint doubt arose in my mind: I think it’s good to see.

From then on, I started taking care of my appearance. I bought face wash, fairness cream, shampoo, conditioner from the cosmetic shop. Seeing that it matched with the look, I put my hair in a new style. After two days I started shaving the foam.

I thought, not only do you have to look good, but you also need to be fit. I was admitted to an elite gym in the city. I changed the daily food menu. Keeping in mind my age, height, and weight, I got into the habit of measuring calories and eating.

Within a month my body appearance was an unexpected change in clothing hope. What can I say, I fell in love with myself.

He went out to hang out with her, after that he looked at her toenails and said softly, you are getting more and more beautiful day by day. I patted my back and stood in front of the mirror as soon as I got home. Thus my love for myself grew little by little every day.

A few more days later, the day. I discovered that I loved the body and appearance. I cared for more than anything else in the world, there was a sudden road accident. There was a lot of bleeding. The doctor said, get a quick blood transfusion.

He and I had the same blood type, but I asked the doctor if there was any blood in that blood bank, because I had learned to love myself the most.

Tell me who wants to shed blood from the body of love?



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