LauraXo's Blog

Let me tell you the story of a desperate man.

For the record, I moved to Canada, in the end of October. I had no friends here. I come from France.

One night, I went to a bar, where I knew there were a lot of French people. I knew nobody, I was alone.

I met that group of French guys who were here for a week, maybe two. They were 4. That tall man, with a beard, a little guy, a junkie, and the last one.

We talked a lot about our country, and our new one.

We became friends that night.

But there was one man who had my attention.

The last one of the group.

He looked happy, he smiled, but he didn't talked too much. I knew he suffered. But i didn't know why.

After a couple of weeks, once we became real friends, I asked him : why are you wearing that mask, why are you so sad about everything.

That was his answer :

Mother Nature gave me a brain, but it has it's concequences. I have to care about the others, I can't care about myself. I'll always be the last one.

The real answer is here : he is 21 and he never knew a girl's arms. He never knew what is the most important thing the world : love.

I send a message to all the girls living near me, near him. Help him.

I can't see him like this anymore.

He just needs one night, just for him to know what it is, to know what being with a girl is.

He doesn't know i'm doing that for him. So please, send me a message if you could be interested in helping him to feel better.

Here is how he looks like :

I'm just asking : don't make fun of him, don't make fun of me helping a friend. A good friend. My best friend.