Que eu estou solteira e solta no mundo, não é novidade. Que eu tenho a thing por ex-namorados, também não. Que eu adoro chorar de quando em quando, menos ainda. Por que ainda perder tempo com a mesma coisa?
Once upon a time there was a little girl, who had the ability to move on easily. She would go out with every guy she wanted, she would never fall in love and the next one on the line would always be there – they would love to be the next one. The story, however, doesn’t end happily, does it?
After some time fooling around this little gitl met the guy she thought could be the one. Not only she was wrong, she also had to fly the entire Atlantic in order to get to Germany for a year. The guy she had not forgotten, but there was another one in the way and she believed love could actually grow.
This time she was right. After a while she found out she loved him and believed, again, he was the man she would spend the rest of her life with. She was wrong again. For months she cried. She even grew thiner. She decided she had no reason to laugh anymore.
Time has passed until she realized life was too short and she should not mourn for so long. She also learned that lauging, being among friends and beer were the best remedies. Still she hasn’t become her happy ending.
Does anyone know the end of the story? Divorced with 2 kids maybe?