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I Finally Realized it: Part 1 of 3 bmw exterior Was I a famous and friendly guy? Yes it was me. At school I was known by everyone. I was smart and friendly. But I was not a happy guy when it comes to romantic relationship. I had always fallen in love with girls who didn't even care about me or who would hurt me. Especially for these girls I used to wear my heart in my hands. It was, I used to fall in love with them easily.I was funny, and it helped me to have all the friends who would later hurt me or make me feel humiliated in my life.But these pains and these devastations helped me grow. They helped me become a better man, and I learned from them.I just graduated from a community college. I attended a public university. During the first week of the school, anyone living in the dorms would normally stay out to meet new people and get to know them.I was out sitting on a black chair in front of my door apartment. When I sat I saw two girls passing by. "Hey," one of them said. "How are you?""I'm fine," I replied. "What is it about you?""Normal, as usual," she replied. "What's your name?""Nicky" I said.Nicky was a nickname that everyone used to call me; as a result, it became my favorite. It meant that if someone asked me what I called, I would say I am Nicky.Usually, even though I was friendly, I never started a conversation with someone I didn't know. I was shy when it came to it. People I didn't know were usually the initiators of almost every first conversation.When these people became my friends, they would feel surprised that they didn't expect me to be so open with them."My name is Sarah," said the girl.Sarah was beautiful. She had long hair. For me, she was one of the most beautiful girls ever on earth. She did not, however, impress me so much because I felt more attracted to the other girl, the girl who was with her."What's your name?" I asked the other girl.She smiled and said nothing.Sara told her that Sarah was petting her right shoulder, "He's talking to you.""Mhmh," she muttered. "My name is Jenny.""Why do you give him the wrong name?" said Sarah. "Her name is Camellia."I answered Sarah, "thank you."Sara was twenty years old as she told me. She was a junior at the university, a major in communication. She lived in the sixty eighth apartment. "I like your dress code," Sarah said. "I would like to be friends with you."As usual, I liked to dress. I was known by all as a great agency then back at my community college. Several girls liked my style because of my dress code. As a result, many of them became my friends.I told Sara that I was twenty-two years old, a junior with headquarters. I had passion for writing. "I live in this building," I told Sarah.I changed the phone number with her..