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    Epic Love

    Never, in my wildest dreams I thought that life would allow me to experience thisan Epic Love.

     

    No, this history is not about me, it’s about 2 crazy people, yep, Bette and Tina are crazy, and crazy about each other, well, at least now they are, with a little help of yours truly and friends.

     

    It’s funny how love can be found at the most incredible places and times, and this is an example for that.

     

    First of all, I’m Barbara, Barbara Porter, I live in South America, by choice, because my parents are divorced and I choose to stay with my mum, instead of my dad, John Porter, at the States.

     

    My dad worked in South America when he was young, he met my mum and they get married, after a while I was born and then, my little sister, well, she’s not so little now.

     

    My dad had an older brother, Melvin, I don’t remember him well, all I know is that I have 2 cousins, Kit and Bette, and that’s it.

     

    As a Sagittarius, I love to travel, and in one of those journeys I met one of my best friends, Shane, she literally saved me. I was in Paris, looking completely lost and 4 guys started to corner me to take my money and from no where Shane jumped and scare them off, how cool is that! We end up traveling together thru Europe and she made me promised her that I should spend time with her at the States.

     

    That offer came in handy after a very sad and awful break up.Yep, breakups sucks, especially when you’re not the one who is breaking this up. Literally, I ran from  one country to another, looking for a fresh start. It never cross my mind to contact my dad’s family. I just wanted to get away.

     

     So, I apply for a MBA in Berkeley, got in and contact Shane, it’s amazing how technology allows you to keep in touch and we were so snob about technology!

     

    The only feeling that I can remember in numbness, I wasn’t feeling, that’s it, I was so focused on get in the plane and leave, so, when I finally arrived to LAX, all I did was cry, I cried my eyes out, I cried for everything, my broken heart, leaving my country, leaving my friends, everything, when suddenly..

     

    Shane: Hey, come here, I got you

     

    Barbara: Who are? What? SHANE!!!!! Shane? What are you doing here? Why aren’t you in San Francisco?

     

    Shane: Thank you, I love you too.I wanted to surprise you, that’s all, you’re one of my best friends Barbara, I didn’t want you to be alone here, not after everything that had happen.

     

    Barbara: AWWW Thank you, really, I must really look pathetic, crying at the airport, lame, very lame.

     

    Shane: jajajajajajajaj, Come on, let’s get your luggage and get some coffee, it’s too early for all this PDA.

     

    Barbara: That’s right “I don’t do relationships” Shane. Come here, let me give you a proper hug

     

    Shane: What are you doing! I have a reputation to protect! Let go off me!

     

    Barbara: I knew it!, remember Shane, I’m half Latina, “caliente”, jajajajaja. We hug and kiss, deal with it.

     

    Shane: Yes, I remember..Ok, lets get some coffee

     

    Barbara: And pancakes?

     

    Shane: YES! Pancakes, you’re such a kid

     

    Barbara: I know, but face it, you love me.

     

    Shane: Yes I do, again, last time, let’s get some breakfast.

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