Reminiscing on the days I felt like I was in love, the butterflies when his name popped up, the affection and attention, the feeling that I had found someone worth loving, it all felt surreal like a dream, and that’s because it was a dream. Turns out he was in a relationship already meanwhile I was his little side hook up, I hated being “THAT” girl once I knew, I didn’t want him anymore and I cried from hurting because all along I was being strung along, I told his partner, I spoke with him, basically it was over after that, until this day, although I am definitely over it and happy now, I still think of the what if’s but no point dwelling on the past, just glad I never got prego otherwise I would’ve had to choose abortion or keep the baby to a cheater. Ughhh life.
