First love is a carrier, so I feel the same when I see it. I also learned all aspects of HIV from his experience in a short period of time, and I also saw that the person I love suffers both physically and mentally. Our life is actually the same as most people, except that the content of the discussion includes the level of CD4, drug reaction and research progress. We need to go to the hospital at a fixed time. I do the test and he takes the medicine. Every time before making love, check each other's wounds, kiss each other without sticking out their tongues, stir in their respective mouths, or struggle, it is common for them to feel uncomfortable, and he feels annoyed when they stick out their tongues. I have seen him fall off his chair after taking the medicine late at night, and I have also seen him run away when the school broadcasts an AIDS prevention video. Love can always feel the same way, and I can also experience the reality of this prejudiced disease. Falling on the fresh people, the emotions are so panic, sensitive and lonely. We always understand that the mountain is misplaced, and he uneasyly twists me with confidence, thinking that I will leave him at any time. I don't know how serious the words hurt his weakness, trying to force him to submit in every quarrel. In the end we chose to separate. We haven't been in contact for several years, and occasionally think of him. It's not that the feelings at the time were gone. It was because of the absence that we could face up to this concern. We have said in layers when we were passionately in love and indifferent, if one day we no longer contact us, we hope not to forget, but to keep it in our hearts. I hope you are all safe.
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