Here's my story:
My boyfriend of 2 years broke up with me out of the clear blue sky about a year ago. I called my best friend Brian who lived 3 hours away pretty much immediately and made him stay on the phone with me because I was so freaked out with being in this apartment all alone. After a three hour phone conversation, I told Brian to hold on because someone was knocking at my door. I look out my window and see Brian standing at my door, holding a dozen pink roses. He had come all the way up to Columbus to cheer me up. He took me out on the town and stayed with me until I fell asleep. Then he had to go home because he had to work early the next morning. How's that for a true friend?
2007-11-24
06:52:34
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Linz VT•AM
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