We met three years ago, after the band played. It wasn’t love at first sight, but I definitely felt an instant connection when you smiled at me and introduced yourself. I honestly didn’t think I would ever hear from you after that night. But, a few days later, you called. We made plans to go out the following weekend. I was so excited, and you called me the night before to tell me you started dating someone. “It just happened, I’m sorry.” I was upset, but told you we could still hang out as friends. You laughed, and said that we couldn’t. From that moment forward, the timing has never been right. Your relationship ended quickly, and I was surprised to hear from you. We’d plan dates sporadically, and I’d come visit you. Sometimes you’d cancel, telling me you started seeing someone. “It just happened, I’m sorry.” I was upset, but I appreciated your honesty. I told myself you didn’t want to be with me because we lived an hour away from each other. I told myself that it wasn’t fair to either of us, because, let’s face it, long distance relationships suck. I started dating other people, too, but then there would be months at a time when we were both single. That’s when the texts would come. “I miss you. Things didn’t work out. I want to see you.” I jumped through hoops, and changed my plans, no matter how short the notice, to see you. No matter how many months had gone by, it felt as though it had only been a few days. I would light up when I saw your warm smile greeting me from the front door. I always have the best time when I’m with you, even if we’re just sitting together watching tv. Being with you has always just felt right, for reasons that I still haven’t fully figured out. This euphoric feeling would take over me, until I had to leave. Driving home, I felt used and taken advantage of. Why was I only good enough to fill the void between your failed relationships? Eventually, over the next few weeks, these feelings would fade away, until you’d text me again. “I miss you. Come see me.” The cycle would continue. Then I got a great job offer in your town. I was so excited to call and tell you, thinking that maybe, now it could all work out. You even said it, too. We made plans to get together the week after I moved. Then the text came. “It just happened, I’m sorry.” I don’t know why I had expected it to be any different this time. Again, I was upset, but I appreciated your honesty. Months went by, and I was starting to forget you and be stronger. Then you texted me. “I miss you. What are you doing tonight?” Against my better judgement, I jumped through hoops, and changed my plans so I could see you. That was three days ago. I feel used and taken advantage of, but all I want to do is see you again.