His devotion

He was a heartbreaker. Leaving trails of shattered hearts in his wake.

I could never let myself become one of them.

The only way to keep my heart safe and our friendship intact was to never want more than he could give, or aleast never let him know.

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"How's Vanessa?"

"I don't know we broke up a month ago. Once I'm done with a girl, that's it. We don't talk ever again."

My heart clenches at his confession. A little piece chipping away, knowing I could never risk losing him all because I wanted to be with him. I loved him.

Maybe a a few years ago I could rationalise with myself, tell myself it wasn't love, that I was too young to know what love was. But it's been 11 years and I still felt the same way. Sadly this wasn't just a crush.

"Why do you ask? You jealous?" He teases. "You have no competition, trust me. If you told me you wanted me I'd leave every girl behind." His suddenly sounded serious.

I turn my head to look at him, in our squatting positions. Our eyes lock and I almost belive him.

I shove him to his ass and rise. "Don't play with me, Tony!" I walk off angry and hurt.