We've been going out for the past months or so. I don't know how, I don't know why ... but I found that I have been going out with you more often than any other guy I go out with.
You made me feel like a woman. You made me feel that I was wanted, desired, needed. This was a new feeling for me. It has been such a long time since this has happened that it was kind of a novelty. The attention you gave me superseded everyone else' efforts. You went out of your way to make me smile. You went out of your way to make me at ease and keep me comfortable. You went out of your way.
I felt ... appreciated.
I thought you were different. I thought wrong.
As with anything, when it comes to men, I am wrong.
Things happened and I thought, maybe you just needed space and so I gave it. I thought you needed comfort and I gave it. However, there were just too many "small things" or "inconsistencies" if I may say so. See, I really like those little inconsistencies. They always tell the whole story.
You've become a tad bit too busy; too busy to even send a text message. Come on, we all know that no one is THAT busy. A person, if important enough to us, will always warrant even a single text in a day. One.single.text.
You've become a bit harder to see. It's like your calendar is always filled to the brim but you manage to meet up with friends. Hmm ... paranoid? I don't think so.
Someone's name keeps popping up now. Used to be, that name doesn't get mentioned and now its there, left and right, back and front ... around and around.
Small things ... that hurt a lot. A LOT.
I know ... I'm stupid. Oh yes I know that. I was stupid enough to believe that your feelings for me were real ... that I wasn't just another passing fancy ... or a conquest. I believed you.
I guess I was wrong again.