I’m not one of those guys who always has to think that he is right, but I am one of those guys who hates being wrong.
I shutdown in my defeat, and hold such a resentment.
And I am not talking about being wrong about directions, movie times, or even who is gay and who isn’t. I mean, being wrong about a person. Believing what they said, what they told you, about themselves.
Liking someone is one thing, but trusting, that my friends is a whole other story. To trust and be comfortable is what comes after the liking, the flirting, and goofing around. Trust is not something I would consider to goof around with. “It can take years to build trust, but only seconds to destroy it.”
I trusted and believed him. I thought, not that he was different, but that he was better. Better than the rest of the guys that were like him. I’m a grown up, and I can make my own decisions, about myself and about other people. I made the decision to fall for his games. And I’m making the decision to not let happen again.
I am so pathetic that I would rather have us just be friends then not have you in my life at all. I hate you for what you did to me, but just to be there with you and see you smile hurts less than not seeing you at all.