Glasses Frames

If you think it is long, skip and start reading the last paragraph.

First, my biological father died when I was 7 years. My mother remarried when I was 9. They divorced when I was 12 years and I've never seen my stepfather again. I still have no idea what happened, everything was good, then I went on a week long-term school trip when I got home, my mother was upset and angry and said that they were divorced and my step-father left. She never remarried again and I do not think she is even dating.

When I was 15 I met a senior in school, he was 19 years old then. It is almost like an exact replica of my biological father in both appearance and personality. same hairstyle and color (and I almost could not tell the difference), beard and mustache (though my father more, but because of age), muscular, wears glasses but not a similar framework, but the two are blacks. Both are left-handed, they like to cook (and even if foreign cooking different dishes), they both have the same favorite author (mine too, so the author is well known in our culture but still), They are both good martial arts, they both use unique words in the vocabulary, they both use the same hand movements while talking, etc., and both even work out at the gym even (and same company to another branch, the one my father had the habit to go to moved or closed). They are on different careers, but it is bound. My father was a financial planner, he is now an accountant. I mean, really, everything is remarkably similar, I swear if he was born after the death of my father, I would say he is the reincarnation of my father.

He took care of me so much especially when my mother got very strict on me. Well most of it to calm down and listen to me after the fact whenever I am upset because he was not able to really talk to my mother of course. It was like that when I was a little girl and my father who kept telling him to go easy on me. It was the same thing with my stepfather and he was also the one that my mother kept saying to go easy on me. The time without anyone but my mother take care of me was a bit harsh, I actually want to run away or commit suicide several times, until it happens in my life. Well, now and since I finished the first year of college, my mother was leaving me alone but it is more protective of me and keeps asking if my mother was getting worried. In addition, he spends a lot of money on me at times, just the way my father. He often cooks something special for me just like my father too. We also stroll in the park even my father took me so often. And sometimes, when our schedules allow it I'll wait outside the bus stop when he gets home (he lives in an apartment three blocks from me and the bus stop is two blocks from me) It was almost the same thing with my father a few months before his death, he returned in a bus after work too, he was arrested a block away, but I had the right to down and wait in the lobby with the safety officer.

Anyway, I knew before, things are a bit complicated. I told him how much he was like my father and so on, he knew my past. But still, when I was 17, one month before my birthday he told me he loved me and wanted to start a single relationship, he waited until I grew up. I told him he was just like a father to me and that's all I wanted. It was a bit disappointed but at the end he agreed there are always others.

I'm 22 now and he is 26. So far, he has never dated anyone I know. I never thought much, some people are late and I told him I was not interested in a relationship I thought it stop waiting for me. It & # 0.