The very first experience was a payback for being abandoned by the irresponsible man. The prey was someone I knew from internet for few months and we decided to meet up.
Although I expected the ONS will happen, but the first time of ONS make me feel like a virgin (again!) as I don’t have much sexperience and he is the second man in my life after that irresponsible man.
The experience wasn’t as bad as I thought, the ONS had dragged to many many nights stand and last for almost 5 years. I thought he is the replacement after the irresponsible man but time proved that I am wrong, a mistake that worse than decided to have ONS. He is just hanging around me and didn’t show interest to have further commitment and finally I gave up, it’s time for me to leave him.
It reminds me one sad song that I heard before, it is quite similar to me, this is the lyric of the song:
On the quiet street in the city
A little old man walked alone
Shuffling through the autumn afternoon
And the autumn leaves reminded him
Another summer's come and gone
He had long lonely nights ahead waiting for June
Then among the leaves near an orphan's home
A piece of paper caught his eyes
And he stooped to pick it up with trembling hands
As he read the childish writing
The old man began to cry
'Cause the words burned inside him like a brand
"Whoever finds this, I love you
Whoever finds this, I need you
I ain't even got no one to talk to
So, whoever finds this, I love you!"
Well, the old man's eyes searched the orphan's home
And came to rest upon a child
With her nose pressed up against the window pane
And the old man knew he'd found a friend at last
So he waved at her and smiled
And they both knew they'd spend the winter
Laughing at the rain
And they did spend the winter laughing at the rain
Talking through the fence
Exchanging little gifts they've made for each other
The old man would carve toys
And the little girl would draw pictures of beautiful ladies for him
And they laughed a lot
But then one day on the first of June
The little girl ran to the fence... the old man wasn't there
And, somehow she knew he was never coming back
So she went back to her little room
took a crayon, And wrote
"Whoever finds this, I love you
Whoever finds this, I need you
I ain't even got no one to talk to
So, whoever finds this, I love you!"
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