You have hurt me. You have hurt me so much. I thought you were better than the boys I know, but you aren’t. Maybe you’re even worse than they are.
\nWe texted a lot, and I liked it to text with you. You told me I was special. You made me feel special. You made me laugh when I didn’t want to laugh anymore. No one can make me laugh when I don’t want to, but you did it. You let me laugh again.
\nI was upset because of someone, and you listened to me, and you told me he doesn’t deserve a girl like me. You said you wouldn’t treat me like that. And again, you let me feel like I was special.
\nYou said you wanted to be with me. You wanted to hug me. I wanted the same. So we met. And when I saw you, I was like, you are even better than you were when we texted. You looked handsome, and you were sweet. You told me I was a pretty girl. I had a really great time with you that you were with me, but if I knew I was good enough for you for just one day, I would have stopped texting with you a long time ago.
\nA few hours after you left, I was very happy and we texted a little bit, but the days after were terrible. You didn’t react quick to my messages, and after a few days you just started to ignore me. You read it, but didn’t say a word. It broke me, and I’ve never felt so terrible. I couldn’t believe you were that kind of person. But now I think about it, everything is clear, because you were too perfect to be true.
\nBut thank you for this experience, because now I know when someone seems to be perfect, big chance he isn’t. Stupid girl I am, I am way too naive and gullible, and you’ve helped me to see that. Thank you for that. And thank you for leaving without being vague. I won’t call you a jerk or something, because you aren’t worth that, and I hope I never see you again.
\nGoodbye.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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