I was crazy about a guy I’d met at college but he was taking forever to ask me out. Was he shy or was he just not interested? I couldn’t wait around forever and a day, so I decided to take matters into my own hands by casting a love spell. Literally.
- I researched love spells. I know it sounds crazy but I couldn’t help myself. I went on the internet to search for the best love spells out there, and I was in luck. There were loads of them all over the place, and not all of them were super complicated. I found a simple one and luckily, all the ingredients I needed were in my house. I should’ve been tipped off by the fact that the website had spelling errors, but whatever. I decided to go for it.
- It was actually kinda creepy. Like I said, it was a simple spell. I just needed to write a love letter to the guy, making sure to mention his name in it. Then, with the lights off at night (creepy, I know), I had to light a match and then light a white candle before placing it on the table next to the love letter. While lighting the candle, I had to chant the guy’s name. Double creepy.
- It was time to get results. I wasn’t told how quickly the spell would work—no surprises there because it was so stupid that it would never work—but the next time I saw the guy at the college where we were taking classes together, he didn’t do anything that made me think he liked me or that my spell was working. Bummer. I was so persistent that I wouldn’t let this go. It was time to bring in the big guns.
- I found a psychic online. She was one who claimed to know her way around doing love spells, so I thought this would be much better and give me the results I wanted. Her spell was really basic. She just read out a spell on the phone to me and then made me chant along with the words. I felt like such a fool. She also said she would continue doing the spell later that night with a bunch of her other friends (???) who would also do the chanting. Apparently, greater numbers of people helped to make the spell work better. Um, okay. She promised it would work and he’d really love me—she could see it. Of course, I had to pay her extra for the spell she’d apparently be doing when I wasn’t there to see it.
- Surprise! The spell didn’t work. I felt like such a fool whenever I saw the guy and he just treated me like the friend I’d become to him. But more than that, I felt guilty. Imagine if he knew that I’d tried to cast a spell on him and paid a psychic to cast one so that he’d fall in love with me! It seems so manipulative and sleazy (and a little nuts).
- I eventually realized I wasn’t really in love. I really thought at the time that I loved this guy, but for me to resort to such desperate and pathetic measures to date him, I was clearly just obsessed with him. It freaked me out—I didn’t want to be the type of person who did this.
- I was a fix-it type, but it had become toxic. I always tried to fix guys. I wanted to help my partners or crushes with their issues so that they could heal themselves and love me for how I’d helped them. I didn’t realize how toxic this Fix-It issue was becoming, but dappling in love spells was clear evidence of how I’d stepped over into the dark side of my own soul. I wanted this guy badly, like I wanted to control him. I wanted to make him mine no matter what it took. SMH.
- Even if the spell had worked, it would’ve backfired. There’s no doubt in my mind about that. How could I have ever been happy about forcing a guy to date me or putting some weird magic on him that would change his mind about me? I would always worry that his feelings weren’t genuine because they weren’t. It took two failed spells (and throwing money down the drain in psychic fees) for me to see the truth that was staring me in the face.
- We were locked down in the friend zone. Friends are all we ever were and ever would be. It was hard some days, but I knew that I couldn’t make someone love me—and more importantly, I didn’t want to have to be the one to try make him love me. Hell no. I had better things to do with my time and money than use weird spells on a guy. What a joke.
