Some boys are not what we think they are

Princess Girl

Disney stories, anime stories and other stories we read, boys are portrayed differently than the real life boys. Some might be rude at first to the girl character but they never do something to hurt her. And if they hurt her then they find a way to make it upto her. But in real life, it's different. Not only girls are left to cry but also some boys are also left. We always want our love stories to be like those in fairytales but to some, it becomes different. It's just in our imagination since we watch many love stories that succeeds thinking that if we also fall in love and propose then it will also have a happy ending just like the fairytales. But in the end, we get hurt and cry to ourselves pretending to be brave. Those who are weak and don't know what to do, kill themselves while others say all boys are same but let me tell you that if all boys are same then it means all girls are also same. But the truth of real life is, there are other boys who are different and will never sweet talk you but come to your parents and propose. Girls also are different and they do exist. Real life is different from the love stories we read. We get hurt and some get over it and move on. We cannot apologize to those who left because we don't know how many of them we have left, but we should always think before coming to conclusions. Think with your mind and not heart. Ask yourself, if this girl or boy has hurt me, then am sure there are others who are different before coming to conclusions not knowing who that boy or girl is. Know that boy or girl then you can judge. But remember some boys are not what we think they are and some girls are not what the boys think they are.

2019-03-27 08:11:43

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Мої слова нічого не варті, але я більше нічого не вмію, Лише нестерпно кохати те, що згодом вб'є усі мої квіти. Те, що загубить мене і все, що я маю, викличе аритмію, Але віддам усього себе й обіцяю, що не буду жаліти. Бо завжди волів проміняти комфорт на більш вартісні речі. Запам'ятав назавжди: жалість до себе породжує лише порожнечу, Якщо життя чогось і навчило, то плести лише проти течії. Мої слова нічого не варті, але лунатимуть в тебе під вечір.

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