I wanted the (beautiful in my eyes) girl all of my years in high school. So I thought I loved her so much. We would talk and I'd stare into her eyes all the way to heaven. But she was never wanting to be my girl. After a few years passed under a lot of stress I'd recur a dream all the time of her, and her beauty. It only came with the stress. I told my woman who loved me, and I loved her, of the recurring dream. She told me that she'd be her if I wanted. I one day saw the girl from high school and she had changed so now she wasn't in appearance the same at all. But the infatuated dreams recurred with who she used to be, not who she was. The stress dreams including my old high school love are less frequent now that my good woman loves me without blame, or caring that I recur the infatuation of the other girl. What is porn is in the blinded eyes of the beholder.
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