Seven Boys of Bad Luck

the seventh

The seventh didn't break my heart, rather, my friends have told me that I broke his.

I shouldn't have started to talk to him; I was only trying to get someone to talk to so I wouldn't have to think about the sixth and our huge blow out breakup. So I chose him.

My mistake, I know. But I never have felt like he fell in love with me.

He fell in love with her. She was like a ghost. She was like a dream. She was nice, thoughtful, tragically beautiful. But she wasn't real. I was only the host that she occupied during the long talks with him.

He was infatuated. I tried to tell him that he didn't love me, that he was really in love with someone that wasn't real at all.

That amongst other things was why we ended.

The worst part was that it seemed like I had walked away unscathed when that really wasn't the case. My friend was gone and I knew he felt as if he could never trust me again.