I Love My Gf Pfp Novels & Stories

The idea alone made his heart skip. “Whoa, whoa! Are you blushing?!” Darren teased, nudging Sean’s side. “Now I need to meet this person. I need to see the girl who has managed to capture Sean Zhan, the boy whom everyone wants but no one gets!” “Tch. Don’t start with that nonsense. It’s my best friend, Lareina. The one I always talk about,” Sean muttered. “Ah! The girl you’re secretly in love with?” Darren raised an eyebrow, grinning.

I wondered. His sister? Another band member? I had never heard of Mr. Kashyap having a daughter. Then he introduced her. "This is my beautiful girlfriend, Kiyara."... Girlfriend? Something inside me froze. I forced a smile, nodding politely, but my mind was racing. He has a girlfriend?I had gone through his I*******m before, checked his following list only one following that's it., but I had never seen any sign of her. The only close account was some weird private profile of a angry cat showing middle finger with the username cranky.old_potato, with a disgusting cheap bio (kyu re b*dwe kya dekh rha hai?)

M I K H A I L I turned my car's engine off in front of my company, opening up my phone to look at Elle's picture for the hundredth time today. It was a picture I took of her on her birthday, and it was by far my favorite picture of her. She had a soft smile on her face, her curls framing her face, her hazel eyes glowing with happiness, and the cake and presents beside her. I decided the picture was too good to be shared on social media, and kept it all to myself. I quickly used it as my lock screen and chat wallpaper.

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.

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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.

"I love you." ****