You hurt me.
More than I ever thought you would, you hurt me.
More than I thought anyone would, for that matter… you hurt me.
You, of all people.
You were crying when I met you, and I comforted you. I wanted you to know that it was okay to cry, and that I was there to support you, despite the fact that we were complete strangers.
I was so happy when we continued talking. When you made your first move. When you´d tease me. When I´d tease you. The hand holding, your ring on my finger, your promise in my mind, it was perfect.
You told me you loved me, and three days later, you left. Within a week you claimed to love someone else.
Did I mean anything to you?
Months later, we ran into each other by chance, and spent the day together against my better judgement. I fell again. You told me you loved me still. I believed you. Then, you flirted with my friend.
You need to stop hurting people like this.
One day, someone is going to have the guts to leave you. She´s gonna be smart enough to do what´s right and walk away.
But she isn´t me.