He obviously wasn't interested in monogamy. He had a new girlfriend every twenty seconds, starting at the top of the skank tree and banging every girl on the way down. I wish he never changed. Last year he couldn't bring himself to say the word "boobs" and now he's trying to see every girl's boobs, as if they might look a little different. Pitiful.
I cherish those moments when he is around me and we can flirt for a minute or two. Maybe if he gave me a chance we could actually be something and I wouldn't have another heartbreak on my list. But instead he just went off to the next girl who would steal his money and leave him heartbroken. He swore he would never love another girl after her and then the next day he would show off a girl even crazier than the last one. And I'd be left in the corner, waiting for him to give me one more kiss on the cheek that wouldn't come until girl of the hour left him vulnerable. And who would comfort him? Of course the girl he mistreated but the girl who loved him all the same. It was a vicious cycle.
Maybe if he let me give his heart a break I could pull him out from the depths of whatever satanic angel he swore he would marry had pulled him into. He wanted to make the best mistakes he could and all in all, he was doing a pretty good job with it. I bet he has dated every desperate girl in the school district by now. But yet I was drawn to him because I thought I could change him.
He says there is no purpose in life only because he just got dumped again. I wanted to be the sunshine in his life, and it would only be dark until he realized truly how much I cared for him. I wanted to be good to him and he'd be good to me. I would give my life to find some way to stand beside him because I never wanted to feel loneliness again.
Because despite how he acts around others.
He's MINE.