The Classic Player

You both meet one day. Out of the blue. When you guys first meet he flirt with you. & of course, you flirt back. Because your too foolish to see the lies behind his smile. He will ask for your number. And you give it to him without even having any thought. He’ll text you for the first time. And you smile. Thinking that his into you. You have a flirty conversation and get to know each other alittle better. But, it begins to start being a habit. He will text you “good morning(:” everyday. Maybe depending on his mood he will add “babe” or “baby.” You will talk about how cute each other are. He’ll call you beautiful. Tell you how much he “likes” you. How much he can’t wait to see you. How your the “only” girl. He says he wants to be “more then friends” but is not quite ready yet. You agree and just think that your time will come with him. But you will come to the point where the texts are less common. There won’t be any more smiley faces. Won’t be “who is cuter” fights. Soon the texts will become nonexistant. You’re just another number in his phone. Everytime your phone lights up you hope its him. You get jeslous seeing him hanging out with new people. And talking to the new girl. The same smile, laugh, body language, flirting. Finally, it clicks. He was just using you. His moved on to his next victum. It all becomes real and the hurt becomes worse. You’ll occasionally make eye contact in the halls but it will be awkward. And just like a snap you’re just another stranger. Just two people in this crazy world. All the butterflies fly away. It’s replaced with the feeling of a heartbreak. Not feeling good enough. Worst part. Knowing that he was everything to you. The person you thought about day and night. The person you day dreamed about. But you were absolutely nothing but another name in his phone. He got what he wanted…