The Classic 'Player' You two will meet. Either online, through friends, class, etc. He'll flirt with you at first when you two meet and you flirt back because you're too foolish to see the lies behind his smile. He'll ask for your number and because you're so hypmotized by his way with words, you give it to him without even thinking about it. He'll text you for the first time and you smile. Actually thinking he is into you. You two have a flirty conversation, and get to know each other a little better. But then, it begins to become a habit. He will text you "Goodmorning(:" Everyday. Sometimes he will add 'babe' or 'baby' on the end, depending on his mood. You guys will talk about how cute the other one is. He'll keep telling you how beautiful you are how much he "Likes" you. How much he wants to see you. How you're the only girl. etc. I could go on and on. Sometimes he'll even feed you the line that he wants to be 'more than friends' but he's not quite ready for it. You laugh it off and agree thinking that your time with come with him but then, you will get to the point where the texts become less common. He doesn't always text you right away in the morning. Sometimes it will come later on in the day, if that. There won't be anymore smiley faces.There won't be any more fights of who is cuter and there will be no more mention of him wanting to hang out with you. Soon, the texts become nonexsistant. You're just another number in his phone. Everytime your phone rings, you hope that its him, but it ends up just being a friend asking for a favor, or a stupid question. You have to fight the erge to text him everyday. You get jealous seeing that his status' saying that he's hanging out with 'other people' soon, You'll see him talking to another girl. Same smile, same laugh, same body language, flirting, etc. Finally, it clicks. He was just using you. Hes moved on to his next victim. It all becomes real after that, and the hurt becomes worse. You'll occasionally make awkward eye contact in the halls, acting like the other doesn't exist. Like nothing happened. and like that, you are just another stranger. Just two people in the world. All the butterflies are gone and replaced with the feeling of heartbreak and not feeling good enough. That's the worst part. Knowing that he was everything to you. Your first thought in the morning, the last thought before you fell asleep. The person that you always daydreamed about. You were absolutely nothing but another name in his phone. He wasn't hurt, thats all that matters. He got what he wanted. Sounds about right. Am I correct?
BeautifulDiaster