"I thought you said you had a lover?" He asked me with questioning eyes. "I used to have one. I broke up with him after I caught him cheating on me." I bit my lip. It wasn't something I liked talking about. "He cheated on you! What kind of a man would do that to a sweet and beautiful girl like you?" He exclaimed. Sweet? Beautiful? Was he blind? "I'm not pretty. Nor am I anything else. I'm boring. That's why guys like playing with me. Because i'm so vulnerable. " I tap my fingers on the bench. "Well than, you aren't thinking clearly." He replied with a straight face. Was I?