From the suffering I suffer

Hi, I was Mahtab, 32, a girl whose relationship with the opposite sex was very limited until I was 26, but I always had romantic dreams. My self-confidence was very low, and because of my temperament and culture, no one came to me until she came to propose. And then the expression of love and affection began, and every day my distance from the earth increased and I walked through the clouds. All the new love poems had found meaning in me. Until one day, he took my hand for the first time. At first, I did not feel well. My body was dry like wood. I really did not feel well. After I got in his car, he took my hand again. He went and hugged me and then for the first time I tasted the kiss, his look was strange to me and then I realized that the fire of lust in his eyes had shaped it. It was mixed. As time passed, kisses and hugs became normal for me. Now b He was touching my den and all our love games were happening in his car. Lust had just awakened in me and he told me for the first time that you are yours. He continued to faint until one day he met me and said that he was getting married at the insistence of his family. He was crying, but it was as if I was being displaced in a desert. I will never forgive him. This has caused me to make mistakes in a row since then and I am always looking to prove that it is not me who is being abandoned and rejected. Let me reveal the secret of my heart, good luck