he twenty fifth story I picked up is by Emanuel Iv...

he twenty fifth story I picked up is by Emanuel Ivan.

For over a year, our relationship was a long distance one. We faced challenges, but in the end, it drew us closer. In the end, I moved to England, were she was living. The problem was that now there were around 300 km between us. During the first months of my stay there, I faced one of the most difficult periods of my life: I was alone, got sick and ended with no work. But, one morning, my girlfriend called me on the phone and asked me to go to the railway station, because she 'sort of needed some help'. I already knew what happened, and I was mad at her: she traveled around 300 km at the first hour in the morning, only to see me and bring me food. The thing is, my girlfriend is quite small and delicate, but I swear I was not able to carry all the bags in which she brought me food, for the 500m to were I was living. Still, she carried them, on her own, for several km and a 300 km train ride. It was priceless to see how much she loved me, and I started crying as we were carying the bags

The stories published serially will end for now this year. I enjoyed the time spent reading, and drawing your stories. Great thanks to those of you who shared your stories. I plan to return next year with even greater publications of stories after rearrangements so please stay tuned! Thank you!
he twenty fifth story I picked up is by Emanuel Ivan. For over a year, our relationship was a long distance one. We faced challenges, but in the end, it drew us closer. In the end, I moved to England, were she was living. The problem was that now there were around 300 km between us. During the first months of my stay there, I faced one of the most difficult periods of my life: I was alone, got sick and ended with no work. But, one morning, my girlfriend called me on the phone and asked me to go to the railway station, because she 'sort of needed some help'. I already knew what happened, and I was mad at her: she traveled around 300 km at the first hour in the morning, only to see me and bring me food. The thing is, my girlfriend is quite small and delicate, but I swear I was not able to carry all the bags in which she brought me food, for the 500m to were I was living. Still, she carried them, on her own, for several km and a 300 km train ride. It was priceless to see how much she loved me, and I started crying as we were carying the bags The stories published serially will end for now this year. I enjoyed the time spent reading, and drawing your stories. Great thanks to those of you who shared your stories. I plan to return next year with even greater publications of stories after rearrangements so please stay tuned! Thank you!
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