I should have known all along how he truly felt and what he was really all about. He was just another user, another person who had lost my trust. And now, now I didn't know if I could even trust myself.
I tried to pretend it didn't happen, but what was glowing on the screen in front of me, I couldn't pretend didn't exist. I wiped away the tears that had formed under my eyes and sniffled. Why me? Why did I trust so easily and fall for every guy I met? How could I have fallen for such a monster? Someone who would just use me and then throw me away like last night's leftovers.
You might be thinking that I was crying over a guy, right? Wrong. The truth is, I was crying over myself, over what I'd become and my own stupidity. I walked over to my dresser and moved that pile of clothes that had covered up the picture of him. How happy we looked together. If only I'd known it was just a lie, a facade, that I was nothing more than another knick on his bedpost. Only this time, I was the biggest knick on his bedpost. He was a sycophant to say the least. Always willing to give up compliments when appropriate and always doing the right thing. Stupid Girl! How could I be so blind as to not see that he didn't really love me, but my fame? He was the one, but not the way you're thinking. Not the one who my whole entire heart belonged to, but the one that had the potential and audacity to bring my whole world crashing down. And that's just what he did.