It started with a simple Facebook message, that evolved into constant text messages. And maybe a bunch of mad flirting in between. Flattering little compliments and cute little suggestions. And don't forget those impulsive suggestive hints. I thought it's be a good chance to move on, forget about the boy problems I was getting over. And it seemed you were only talking to me to get something in return.

After we talked about what you were expecting from me.. You definitely made me feel like a jerk. You told me you had no expectations, and I felt so bad for just assuming you were using me. And maybe I scared you a bit by comparing you to the jerks from my past. But yet, you stuck around a bit; saying you'd wait and how you were different from all those other guys. So we continued talking and texting.

I can't lie, I kinda got hooked on you.

Maybe I was expecting something totally different than you were. Some kind of miscommunication. But I thought we were on the same page. After that 'real talk' about what might happen, I thought you could be something real. But out of the blue, no more texts or random little messages. I thought maybe you were atleast a bit interested. And then without talking for how many days, I got little gestures from you. Needless to say, you confused the hell out of me.

"And don't forget guys are confusing to the max! They text you, flatter you, 'chop' you... And yeah, you fall for it. But when they leave you in the dust, what the heck? I mean, I wait around for you to text me cause I'm not the 'clingy' type of girl. I wait to see whether you think about me and you're not just fucking around with my feelings. I wait and wait and wait for a text that's never going to come. That happened this whole March Break! What happened to you? ..All I can say is, mixed signals suck ass." - March 21, 2010

And I can't lie, I made little attempts to get you to notice me. A Facebook status or my Facebook About Me. Even after promising myself I wouldn't text you first, I did. And you had me waiting for a reply that I'd never get. And so maybe I did stick around a bit longer than you did... You could've atleast left me with a bit of closure.

But it's whatever. You're just a guy, whose sadly the same as all those other jerks I've been interested in. I thought you could be different, but then again I'm always wrong about guys.

"I'm good with you, but I'm better without you."
I hope you know what you missed out on.