I know he's playing me. I know that I'm just a silly toy to him. It hurts to know it, but I can't help it. I love the way he looks at me even if it's just for a minute. The way he can make me smile as if I was his girl. How he hugs me from behind and hides his face in my neck. The warmth I feel when it happened it's addictive. At one point, I genuinely thought that he truly cared, that it wasn't a one-sided love. Yet, as all helpless person in love, it was all a lie. But, can you blame me? He was sweet and so kind that I thought any girl would fall for a guy like him. He showed me new things and made many adventures with me. I never thought his reputation was so much important than me. All our memories were fake, just like him. I felt like a fool. A fool who didn't know better. Despite of the hurt and betrayal I felt, I don't regret ever being with him. (At one point in the relationship it was real. I felt him feel the same as me not only physically but emotionally. He knew he loved me but he got scared. Scared of feeling loved again.) Every electrifying kiss we ever shared. Every endless nights where we laid nakedly in bed. Those extraordinary adventures we made. He was all I wanted, but I was the toy he o my used. How pathetic and yet, I was happy even if all these memories are scars marked in my heart.
