reconsider

her

her;

he kissed me. and then he told me he felt nothing. and then he told me he was dating another girl. why did you kiss me then? i didn’t ask him, but he knew what i was thinking—how does he always?

“i’m not the right guy for you. i’ll break your heart and won’t think twice about it. it’s better that you leave now, rather than realise this later.”

i wanted to cry, but i didn’t. why should i cry? we weren’t anything in the beginning. why did i keep letting myself come back to him when he saw my weaknesses and laughed in my face? when he accused me of being a melodramatic masochist? was i a masochist? maybe i was, since i always went back to him.