Actually my first valentin was not the best, maybe one of the worst, my lover lives in another city with a difference of 4 hours, was approaching February 14, Valentine's Day and was very excited to go see it, I wanted it surprise with a beautiful gift and many chocolates, prepare me for the long trip, which was a bit exhausting because I went by bus with the great hope of surprising him and spend the day with him, on arrival I write to know where it is, and she says that in a meeting, I had nowhere to go, so I decided to go to her brother's house, where she received me very carefully, eager to see him. I call her again for our meeting, but he did not answer, she wanted to fall in surprise. his work, his brother insisted with a mysterious attitude that waited, which seemed strange to me, then I took a taxi back to work, and to my surprise I came out holding hands with another girl, his new valentin, was so much my eye and disappointment that I went in tears and destroyed his gift.
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