The Wrong Choice

world around me. I wanted to be with her because of the way I felt when she was with me, her smile, her laugh, her naivety, and her femininity. I did not care about her past or ru

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time with Lily. I remember she was so drunk and kept flirting with everyone. I was raised to be a gentleman, so I did not make a move on a drunk girl, and it seems that most of the men there had no real interest in her (which should have told me something because she is beautiful). One of the guys came up to me and told me to be carefu

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social media pictures (which again, should have told me something) but it didn't cross my mind that there was anything going on. On one occasion she poste

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her any real attention. We did spend a lot of time together, so I couldn't see how any of the rumors were true. After almost two years, I asked her to move in with me, but she was hesitant (yeah..it should de

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o our encounter, but to my surprise, when I met her family, her dad, her sister, and her best friend called me by a different name. She co

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at odd times and only for about 30 seconds. It always sounded like she was whispering and like she had been slee

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s with women. I guess the same naivety that attracted me to her was the same naivety she saw in me that led her to believe I could