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<rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><default:channel xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" rdf:about="http://k-g-girl.blog.co.uk/"><title>K's story</title><link>http://k-g-girl.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><dc:language xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">en-EU</dc:language><admin:generatorAgent xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" rdf:resource="http://www.blog.co.uk"/><sy:updatePeriod xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">8</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><image><title>K's story</title><link>http://k-g-girl.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/33/d5236a585b3dd557f31b6df498b72f_160x200.jpg</url></image><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://k-g-girl.blog.co.uk/2007/06/11/gary~2430781/"/></rdf:Seq></items></default:channel><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://k-g-girl.blog.co.uk/2007/06/11/gary~2430781/"><default:title>Gary</default:title><default:link>http://k-g-girl.blog.co.uk/2007/06/11/gary~2430781/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-06-11T07:52:05+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I have met him at work, few weeks after i had moved in with my sister. I asked him for help one day. Not that i couldn't do that myself, i just thought he was a nice (and shy) person and i wanted to start a conversation. I've always liked shy people, maybe because i am shy myself (or i used to be...?). I didn't fancy him at first, there was somebody else i liked, who turned out to be his mate. Anyways, we started seeing each other outside work. He would come to mine almost everyday, he would take me for a walk, or for a long drive when it was too cold for walking, we would have a nice night in on friday, night out with his mates on saturday... I enjoyed our time together, maybe because i didn't know many people there then... It was nice to have somebody to talk to, to kiss, cuddle up to... It was nice to get a sweet text in the middle of the night... I loved his smile, the way he looked at me, even the way he touched my hair... He wasn't a good kisser though :-) But it didn't matter of course. I liked him and i was happy, because i knew he was always there for me. Well, i'm saying this now, but as far as i remember i wasn't that bothered back then... I think he cared more... That was him who kept texting me all the time, who wanted to see me, who would say he missed me... Everything changed when i came back. He would still see me sometimes, he would text me, take me out, but i could feel that it was different than it used to... And then, one day, it's just finished! I didn't know what had happened, what i had done to him... He was gone and i could do nothing about that. It's been nearly two years now and i still think about him everyday... Not that i want him back, because i don't, i know he wouldn't treat me right and i just don't like him anymore, but there is always something that reminds me of him. We live quite near so i see him sometimes. We don't, well he doesn't even say 'hello' when he sees me... He pretends he doesn't. I know, stupid that is, but what can i do? I couldn't get over him for so long... I'm ok now of course... Many people i know, thought i was crazy. They all would say he wasn't good enough for me and i could do better than him (i don't understand how could anyone ever say something like this! but loads of them did). I cried many nights... I missed him... I wanted to see him... But i never told him that.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://k-g-girl.blog.co.uk/2007/06/11/gary~2430781/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I have met him at work, few weeks after i had moved in with my sister. I asked him for help one day. Not that i couldn&#39;t do that myself, i just thought he was a nice (and shy) person and i wanted to start a conversation. I&#39;ve always liked shy people, maybe because i am shy myself (or i used to be...?). I didn&#39;t fancy him at first, there was somebody else i liked, who turned out to be his mate. Anyways, we started seeing each other outside work. He would come to mine almost everyday, he would take me for a walk, or for a long drive when it was too cold for walking, we would have a nice night in on friday, night out with his mates on saturday... I enjoyed our time together, maybe because i didn&#39;t know many people there then... It was nice to have somebody to talk to, to kiss, cuddle up to... It was nice to get a sweet text in the middle of the night... I loved his smile, the way he looked at me, even the way he touched my hair... He wasn&#39;t a good kisser though :-) But it didn&#39;t matter of course. I liked him and i was happy, because i knew he was always there for me. Well, i&#39;m saying this now, but as far as i remember i wasn&#39;t that bothered back then... I think he cared more... That was him who kept texting me all the time, who wanted to see me, who would say he missed me... Everything changed when i came back. He would still see me sometimes, he would text me, take me out, but i could feel that it was different than it used to... And then, one day, it&#39;s just finished! I didn&#39;t know what had happened, what i had done to him... He was gone and i could do nothing about that. It&#39;s been nearly two years now and i still think about him everyday... Not that i want him back, because i don&#39;t, i know he wouldn&#39;t treat me right and i just don&#39;t like him anymore, but there is always something that reminds me of him. We live quite near so i see him sometimes. We don&#39;t, well he doesn&#39;t even say &#39;hello&#39; when he sees me... He pretends he doesn&#39;t. I know, stupid that is, but what can i do? I couldn&#39;t get over him for so long... I&#39;m ok now of course... Many people i know, thought i was crazy. They all would say he wasn&#39;t good enough for me and i could do better than him (i don&#39;t understand how could anyone ever say something like this! but loads of them did). I cried many nights... I missed him... I wanted to see him... But i never told him that.
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