I should have known better. The first night we met I was warned you were just a player. But when you grabbed me and kissed me in the hallway at the club I melted…I ignored the warnings. When I got home to find messages from you I was thrilled. You started sending me cute little messages every day and I ate it up. Then when we went out and you were so thoughtful, I laughed at the idea of you wandering around in Bath and Body works picking out lotions and candles! Hauling away the goodies in a little pink bag on the back of your bike! Each time I saw you, the walls I’ve worked so hard to put up over the years just crumbled away a little more. I told you I had been hurt and didn’t date much and you swore the same thing to me. And I believed you. To think that just 48 hours ago we were together and everything seemed fine. Sure we were both sick with colds, but I thought we were enjoying being together. I just wanted so much for you to have some sort of recognition/ celebration for your birthday. I wanted you to know that I cared. I had no idea that posting an innocent picture of you with your cake would cause all this. That in the letting you know I cared, I would be finding out so much more about you. So now I sit here and wonder, are you trying now so desperately to hide me from “her” or to hide “her” from me? After all she’s all sweetness and light, obviously crazy in love with you. She apparently has no idea whatsoever of how you spent your New Year’s eve after the show? But I do. I remember it very well. It ended with our clothes in a tangled mess on the floor and us both waking up sore! Don’t worry, I won’t tell her. I told you I’m not a stalker and she’s done nothing to hurt me. But I can guarantee the next time I’m warned about someone I’ll be much more likely to heed a warning.