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  • Last year I went to Mexico to attend a japanese exchange program ex participants global assembly. The event was full of japanese people. I love japanese people, I make friends with them really fast because I talk their language and know a lot about their culture. They appreciate when you have interest in their country.
    One of the girls I met was called Ayako. She was a very big and happy girl, always making fun and smiling. Very different from regular japanese girls, who are very fond of make up and vanity, and quite serious in general.
    I asked her to sit next to me in the first meeting, cause she seemed so cheerful. We made fun of tomatoes and laughed all day. One time she confessed that, unlike regular japanese girls, she didn’t want to get married and didn’t give a fuck about getting a boyfriend. I thought she was very open minded and true to herself. I liked her way of seeing the world.

    After a couple of days, I still enjoyed being with her, but I thought she liked me more than would be normal to expect from a new friend.
    She gave me presents every day, and gave me her heart in each one of them. She is so nice, I thought.

    Later on, I started to get annoyed with her constant presence, she was always hanging from my arm and looking at me directly without ever blinking. I couldn’t interact with other people without her following me constantly and taking pictures of us together.

    I stopped being nice to see if she got the message but she never backed up.
    The day of my departure, the rest of the people were staying, but Ayako and other close friends came with me to the hotel to say goodbye and give me some souvenirs. Ayako gave me even more presents, even some of her personal items, which she figured I would like, like totoro and ghibli goods, since she knew I loved that.

    She cried deeply when we said goodbye. She still tags me in photos of herself in strange and random places of the world wearing a T-shirt I gave her.

    I appreciated her honesty, but...

    Was she in love with me?
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