• You played me

    by  • July 7, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Dating • 0 Comments

    Dear You,

    I’m not sure where to start. We were on the way to a retreat, you told me how good I looked. We kept flirting, you acted like you were in to me, which made me feel good because I had missed talking to you like we used to all the time until you left for rehab.

    I let you use my phone, I could see clearly, in the reflection of the window that you were texting someone. You erased the messages after you finished. Little did you know, I could view the history, and I did. You were texting your ex, telling her she was your everything, which hurt me. And then, you came and sat in the seat behind me. It was dark and you tried to hold my hand and rub my back. I don’t know why you think you can just do that.

    When we got to camp, we barely spoke. I barely spoke to you because I get nervous around you, and you barely spoke to me because you were too busy flirting with and hugging the other girls. I’ll never forget the many times I saw you hug all these other girls. And how on the last night, you got all their numbers.

    We got on the bus that night, and there you said it right in front of me “dude, I’m in love with this girl” and “I kissed her.” That’s the day I declared I was never looking at you the same way. We haven’t talked since then.


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