He is not worthy of being written about. Still, I’ll give him, and the others like him, a few lines.
Cowards, jerks, assholes, players- whatever you want to call them. Boys in men’s bodies, little children who try to dabble in the affairs of love. Or something like it.
Girls, we know them well- the guy that appears out of nowhere and promises you the world. I don’t know why I keep falling for it. By now you’d think I’d know better… But at least now I can get over it faster than before.
Still, after it’s all over, I look at it from the retrospect and think to myself: how did I possibly not see this coming? Really, I suppose in the end, I’m the one to blame for being so stupid. For ignoring the signs that were in front of me all along. For wanting to see someone that wasn’t there, for wanting to be to someone else something I never was and never would be.
Sometimes things are just what they seem.
I could write bitter words for pages. For days. But at the end of the day, he’s just another disappointment, just another lie, just another waste of my time and emotions.
I hope you had your fun.
No love,
Gia.
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