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A bit of backstory on SOPHIA. She comes from a far away countyside, she decided to move to the city with the man she loved at the time. She was only seventeen years old and made her parents not only worried but also mad at her. Seventeen is too young and she was too immature, but she was in love and love rules her life above all. Naturally for a young man the city quickly became a big dating playground and he wouldn’t have missed it for anything in the world, especially not for a country girl. So there she was, face to face with life for the first time and having to deal with it by herself, too soon.

So she started to work in a fast food for a while, found a flat to live in and started to save up some money to start her studies again. Her dad wouldn’t have allowed her to be in such a situation, she knew it and often when she fell asleep thinking about her parents, she thanked them in her heart to make her strong enough to get over life’s obstacles. Although they seemed to have missed her puberty crisis, they didn’t miss teaching her that hard work can get drive you anywhere you want.

She studied graphic design, after falling for a graphic designer eight years her senior. Once graduated, single again, she started to work in an advertising company. She enjoyed it a lot at first, she got to be creative everyday and hang out with a lot of cool people. Seven years later, creativity became a routine, a reflexe and the people she used to hang out with never changed and their coolness appeared to be the reflection of their shallowness (Is there too many -ness in here? Anybody lost a -ness?). She involved herself in her job so much that she never met anyone outside of it and now that she decides that they are not as cool anymore, there is no one left. She is bored in her job, still considered as a rookie for her lack of sociability, yet she is talented and gets all the crap work. Therefore she’s too busy to take care of her current relationship and before long she finds herself single again, collecting another stupid excuse into her soul: I’m not ready yet.

And that is where our story starts…

Music listened while writing this post: ‘Des’ree – Kissing You’