2 months ago after a meeting with Michael, I called him and we agreed to meet. I had a date with him. Everything was great! He was a little awkward, but it was still good. I'm in love with him a little bit...
After 1 month I am going to college to see Michael. He just came out, saw me, smiled gently, and went to hugged me.... How nice... We went to a cafe, but I started coughing up blood. Michael was scared. I noticed that he looked at me with disgust, I tried to explain to him... We had a fight. He had accidentally insulted me, and I slapped him on the cheek, so he stopped. We both were silent and looked at each other... Finally he said that we will not meet again, and he left me alone... (My heart hurts...) He had thrown me away..... Again..... Again....... I hate when he had threw me away, all because of my illness... I hate my illness... I hate myself.... (I started to cough strongly again, I found it hard to breathe and I fainted. Fortunately,