18 was horrible. 18 was the worst number I had ever met. The journey with 18 was crazy. I felt depressed throughout the whole journey with 18 but I wanted to prove to everyone that we can overcome all obstacles. I was very stubborn and foolish, thinking that everything was so simple. 18 and I now are not considered friends but we still do contact, probably just to see who survives better. I know it is wrong to hug myself with glee for surviving much better than 18, but I really can't help it. Well, I mean 18 totally deserves it.
The short journey with 7 was wonderful. 7 and I had never started a BGR but we had mutual feelings for each other. The journey was magical. 7 was the type of guy best friend I would want to have. He was the one who will always protect me. I still remember how he almost beat up a group of guys because they were "checking me out" (long ago, obviously). We went to church together although I know deep down 7 doesn't believe in religions. Our last conversation we had was at a cafe voicing out all our regrets and I guess that was how I lost 7 forever. It was when we realised we had given up the opportunity to be together although we could, for the not worthy enough people, and we somehow regretted making that decision.
12. The journey with 12 is... well, it simply can't be put to words. After 2 years, I realised 12 was the first, the first person whom I had truly loved. As many of our friends have said, the both of us are just incompatible, and I felt that way too. But the journey with 12 was the one which kept me the happiest. Sadly, it is still the one I am trying to move on from, probably because of our latest conversation. And I feel kind of depressed because it has been too long...
6 is wonderful. But I don't want to reveal anything about us yet because I know there is more to reveal on our big day. I love you.
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