I don’t like guys very often but you were different. We talked, we clicked, and I thought we could build something real, but that didn’t happen. Instead, we ended before we could even start. It took me way too long to realize that you were just bored and stringing me along until you found something better. I could have made you happy, but you never even gave me a chance.
I’m embarrassed. I put myself out there and let you see the real me. I wanted to get to know you. I thought you were interested at first and wanted the same things, but really you were just passing time and didn’t want to feel alone. I was there and you took advantage of it, leaving me feeling like a fool.
I thought we had something going. We talked for a little here and there and it made my adrenaline rush. I liked that we were taking things slow, but I realize now that’s not what was happening at all. We weren’t progressing not because we were taking our time getting to know each other, but because you never had any intention of us becoming anything real.
You gave me butterflies. I couldn’t wait to see you whenever I got the chance. I was nervous, freaking out inside every time we were going to meet up, but you were so calm. I wanted to be the one who gave you butterflies, but that clearly wasn’t in the cards.
I told you things no one else knows. I opened up to you, sharing things about myself no one else knows in hopes that you would do the same. I thought we could connect from our experiences, but you brushed off the opportunity.
I feel less confident because of you. When I realized you weren’t interested, I felt like something was wrong with me. To this day, I still don’t understand why I wasn’t good enough. I know I’m smart, funny, and an all-around catch, but if that’s the case, why didn’t you want me?
You seriously had me fooled. You acted like your feelings mirrored my own, but really they didn’t exist at all. You seemed like you liked where things were going and that you enjoyed talking to me, but you told me later that I had it all wrong, that I misread you. Maybe that’s true, but it wasn’t all me.
You stood me up. You made plans to hang out with me and even suggested places to go, but you always made excuses when it came to actually doing it. Why did you go through all the trouble when you knew it wasn’t happening? What was the point?
You told me I was pretty. I felt special when you said I was pretty. That’s not really something a guy tells a girl unless he’s interested in her romantically, right? I thought so, but now I can’t help but wonder what your motivation was. Were you just being nice? Did you feel bad for me? Did you really feel that way at all?
You didn’t really mean what you said. It took me a while, but I eventually realized it was time to give up. Even though I was confused and had so many unanswered questions, I left. I still don’t know why it happened this way.
You have no idea what you’re missing out on. You didn’t give me a real chance to make you happy, and maybe I couldn’t have, in the end. What I do know is that I would have given you everything and we might have been something great. Now we’ll never know.