I fell in love with a girl that day(part two)

On the second day, I went to class with her again. I felt hungry after class because I didn't have dinner. She told me that her roommate didn't go back to her dorm tonight, so she could make instant noodles for me. Just as I was eating happily, her roommate suddenly came back. She was too nervous to open the door. Her roommate saw me and later reminded her not to do the wrong thing. She said her roommate is also a bisexual single and knew she had a girlfriend.

That night, after her roommate left, we talked a lot. She admitted that she had a crush on me, but she loved her girlfriend, and they had been together for three years. If she had to make a choice between me and her girlfriend, she would choose her girlfriend.

Although I had already thought of it, I was so sad that I was about to cry. Suddenly a kiss I froze, she stopped me crying with her sexy lips. I would like to use my life to protect this charming kiss.

Then she came to me with a sense of guilt. We often date and go shopping together. I became the other man. I never thought she'd have to break up. I just wanted her to accept that I loved her.

The relationship lasted for half a month, and her girlfriend went back to school.

Her girlfriend knew it quickly because she wouldn't tell a lie. So the three of us talked face to face in the library downstairs.

Her girlfriend cried and talked about how they had been together for three years, only to have a happy ending. She also asked me why I wanted to be the third party. I rendered speechless. After all, I can't control my love. It's not a reason to hurt anyone. Then she chose her girlfriend. The second day, I'm going to finish it and let her return my pictures to me. I thought she would be cold, but she was as active as ever and nothing seemed to have happened. We sat in the woods and talked a lot. She said with remorse that she just didn't know how to refuse me.

Then we had not been in touch for months, and I was with a handsome guy in the class. The boy loved me very much, and I felt well disposed towards him.

Almost three months later, when she found me again, she had broken up with her girlfriend. We sat in the school square and talked late. I told her how I felt about my boyfriend.

She pretended to be angry and said, “I know that bisexual like you is unreliable. How can you love someone so quickly? And I'm still a quiet, lonely lesbian.”