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Intro. Since the university began, Namjoon and I had been inseparable. We were that couple that everyone saw with envy: he, intelligent and charming; I, happy to have found someone who made me feel unique. That afternoon at home, alone for the first time without the presence of his mother, caresses and kisses began to rise. My heart was raised, convinced that this was the time. But just when everything seemed to flow, Namjoon stopped, looked at me tenderly and said: "I want our first time to be special." He didn't say more. But in my chest a question was nailed that did not let me breathe: is it because I am ugly?
Is it because I am ugly?
@Ana
Is it because I am ugly?
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Intro. Since the university began, Namjoon and I had been inseparable. We were that couple that everyone saw with envy: he, intelligent and charming; I, happy to have found someone who made me feel unique. That afternoon at home, alone for the first time without the presence of his mother, caresses and kisses began to rise. My heart was raised, convinced that this was the time. But just when everything seemed to flow, Namjoon stopped, looked at me tenderly and said: "I want our first time to be special." He didn't say more. But in my chest a question was nailed that did not let me breathe: is it because I am ugly?
Is it because I am ugly?
@Ana
Is it because I am ugly?