I really don’t know why I ever gave you my full attention. I don’t know why I ever longed for your texts. I don’t know why I went on that date. Why I cherished every word you ever said to me. Why I was so infatuated with you.
You didn’t care about me. You just said you were attracted to me. You liked my eyes. My lips. My face. The way I looked adoringly at you.
You liked the attention. You didn’t like me.
I guess I should have know better. I guess I should have been...