I Love My Gf Pfp Novels & Stories

It didn’t matter. “Reeve!” I turned. Two girls were speed-walking towards me, their faces lit with excitement. ”Oh my god, hi!” The taller one—with red hair and septum piercing stopped in front of me—her phone already raised. “We’re huge fans. Can we get a picture?” ”Sure.” I forced a smile, stepping closer. The shorter one—looked Asian with a winged eyeliner, squeezed in on my other side. “You have to do the love pose! Like from the show.”

I went abroad for a year to further my studies and kept in touch with my girlfriend, Casey Wilbur, through video calls every day. One day, I saw her first love post a photo with a caption. [We are back together after ten years!] In the photo, my girlfriend was visibly pregnant, holding his arm and smiling sweetly. The post was deleted when I refreshed the page, but I was certain of what I saw. That was her. The scarf around her neck was one I designed myself—the pattern came from the initials of our names combined with our zodiac signs.

I was trying to contact a girl through F******k with my profile picture appearing in the dictionary, illustrating the phrase: 'Babe Repellant'. I swiftly swapped it out for a shirtless picture of me from the previous summer at a beach in Spain. I'm no model, certainly, but I also don't feel like I have to put on a shirt these days before I go say hello to a girl. I figure that worked for online as well... How about that other new website? Not Myspace... Instaphoto? I*******m. The one with square pictures and all the filters to disguise how shitty smartphone cameras were. I didn't know a lot of friends who were on it, but it was worth a shot.

Probably hasn’t thought about me once since he walked out the door. I squeeze my eyes shut, but the images come anyway, his hand on her, laugh in his ear, confessing love to her. Fresh tears leak out the corners of my eyes, hot against the pillow. I grab my phone to distract myself, open I*******m because pain enjoys company, apparently. The i*******m algorithm is cruel tonight. The very first post on my feed is Isabella’s. It’s a carousel. First photo is the two of them on some rooftop garden lit by fairy lights, arms wrapped around each other, foreheads touching, smiling at themselves.

During that time with you, I was happy❤ I opened my Instagram application and I found a photo of my lover that had decorated my homepage. I press the ❤ button to like the photo. Wait a minute, who commented this? I opened the account of someone who commented on Arga's photo using the hug emoticon. My heart rippled when I opened all of that woman's posts. Gosh, who is this woman? Why are there so many photos with Arga?

For her sake, I hoped she was faking it. I grinned at her. “Sure, but your lost cause. Show me the pictures." She looked in the gallery and an image of me biting her face as she rolled her eyes and was obviously about to scream immediately jumped out at us. I nodded. "Yeah. Um, I like this one. She's clearly saying 'I love you and that's why I want to kill you'. You could easily put that on the internet." She snorted in amusement at the remark. “Sure, that's definitely the message of our love that I want to convey to the world.” She slipped her cell phone into a small purse slung over her shoulder.

She won’t leave. ‘Tell her I’m busy.’ ‘No, you’re not.’ Portia stood. ‘We’re done. You can meet your mistress now. Actually, she’s not a mistress anymore, is she? You’re single. Girlfriend, then.’ A vein twitched in my temple. ‘She’s not my girlfriend.’ ‘Oh really? Because she’s been posting photos of the two of you all over social media. Changed her status to “in love”.’ ‘The photos are fake.’

I sing. My mom has improved my mood a little, dad is doing well, I feel that everything is settling down as time goes by. It's a new beginning for me. I create the account on the website and add a profile picture, I don't put one of me, I just put a heart. My username is @jadenotienefinalfeliz. What? It's the truth.

They are perfect, they are mine. With that I decided to post it on I*******m, and putting it on all my social media profiles. Captioning it 'My loves, my world, my everything'  Switching off my phone immediately not wanting to reply to comments now. I slowly hop off the bed. Elijah growls softly.

Oh my lord. He's friend requested me. And follow requested me. I'm a grown ass woman, currently laying on my bed, grinning from ear to ear, because a guy wants to follow me on I*******m. You're in trouble. My panther teases as I scroll through the pictures on his I*******m profile. He mostly has pictures of nature, but there's a couple of selfies and a good shirtless picture of him. I stare at that one for a moment too long.