My story about love began when I came to a dance class. The first time he saw it, and immediately realized that communication would not be easy. Something valuable, apart from his talent, was hidden behind his inaccessibility, and it was very attracting and did not bother me. As it turned out, he is looking for a performer for the performance, he is a professional ballroom dancer, he is also a producer. From the first meeting he made it clear that he appreciates art, and avoids female attention. To train with him, hand in hand, face to face, gave me real anguish. And I was not the only one who expected more from his delicacy.
After a successful performance Oleg congratulated the girls, kissed everyone on the cheek. It seemed that no one noticed that he had not kissed me. But not me! For me it was too obvious a manifestation ... of what? In my dance there are no flaws! So he singled me out of the crowd. But why? He knew! My wet palm? My timid look?
When everyone left the locker room, Oleg called me with a request to stay for thirty seconds.
No one doubted that I would stay for half a minute. Oleg sat at a table and wrote something down. The heart burst from within. I was afraid to believe that he would hint at me about his feelings. I could not tell him about it myself any more. The chairs were very close, and he asked me to sit down. The knock of the heart was louder than silence. He touched my shoulder. He asked me to dance with him in this huge gym. The dance and hugs were indistinguishable. And my story about love did not end with a verbal confession ...
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con này Viết truyện nè👈🏻
thiếu cl t á , nó viết mà t cười mỏi hàm☺️
2024-08-16
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bohi
k biết Bông nhớ tui hong ta, tui là con nhỏ bên mangatoon k đọc dc chuyện nên h phải mò qua đây đọc nè🥹
2024-06-07
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阮玉蕾
tác giả à, tôi nhớ cậu rồi, comback đc không?
2024-04-24
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