I used to be a romantic. I don't know if I'll come back to be one one day, but I can't help but avoid any kind of love story since it can't end happily with me anyway. Of course, when my closest friend tells me about the arrival of two twins in her dance group, I can't help but think that it'd be a waste of time to come back to my old self. I'm not meant to be a romantic, that's all. Even though I've run away from any dramatic story that would make it worse, I've realized since a few days that things have been told about me. But, hey, who really listens to what they're told? Maybe no one does, but what if it's more than I think? It can be a rumor like it could be true. Started on June 17th 2018 Based on a true story and friendship 😊