[SIRO-1383] Amateur personal photography, posting. 295 (Amateur)

<p>I said hello to her, &quot;Nice to meet you!!&quot; but it wasn&#39;t actually the first time we met. She thinks we met 30 minutes ago, but it wasn&#39;t. I first saw her about five years ago. She was still a student. She wore her school uniform and briskly rode her bicycle down the hill to the station every day. She hurriedly got on the train, and even when she sat down, she looked around and offered her seat to an elderly person. She was such a kind girl. In the evening, she went to her part-time job after school and served customers with a cute smile. There were some men who seemed to flirt with her sometimes, but she never went along with it. She politely declined and headed home. When she got home, the lights in her room always went out at midnight. Then the morning came, and the same days were repeated. The most painful thing in watching her like that for five years was when she got a boyfriend. She laughed happily, held hands happily, went into her house, and when night approached, the lights went out... I couldn&#39;t forgive her boyfriend. So, every time she had a boyfriend, I&#39;d get friendly with him, tell him lies, and make him break up. I&#39;d repeat this cycle. I had no confidence. That&#39;s why I couldn&#39;t even talk to her until now. I&#39;d talked to all kinds of people, gone to all kinds of places, done naughty things with all kinds of women, and finally gained confidence, and when I stood in front of her, all the traces of the innocent girl from back then had disappeared, and she&#39;d become the kind of girl who would say things like, &quot;I want to have sex. I want to feel good. It doesn&#39;t matter who the partner is. It doesn&#39;t matter what, as long as it makes me feel good.&quot; and laugh about it...</p>