I Broke Someone's Heart
I don't know what I'm doing and I don't know how to stop.
Off the top of my head, I can count 10 people who have said they were in love with me. I'm only 20. These people have been not just girlfriends and boyfriends, but mentors, proteges, friends, acquaintances, and people I met on the Internet and have never spoken to. I have only been in love once, and thanks to the cruel beauty of irony, she didn't love me back.
I am a heartbreaker, and I hate it. I know what it's like to have a broken heart. And yet there's nothing I can do. I dated one woman I didn't love for 2.5 years because I couldn't bear the thought of hurting her. To this day that's my worst sin, and I'm so ashamed of what I did to her for my own personal peace of mind that sometimes it keeps me up at night. From that, at least, I have learned that the kindest thing to do is be honest.
I don't know what to do about this. I hate it because it sucks for everyone involved. Do I start wearing unflattering clothes and snapping at everyone I meet? Is it my perfume? Am I secretly made of chocolate or something? Wtf is going on and how can I make it stop?
Off the top of my head, I can count 10 people who have said they were in love with me. I'm only 20. These people have been not just girlfriends and boyfriends, but mentors, proteges, friends, acquaintances, and people I met on the Internet and have never spoken to. I have only been in love once, and thanks to the cruel beauty of irony, she didn't love me back.
I am a heartbreaker, and I hate it. I know what it's like to have a broken heart. And yet there's nothing I can do. I dated one woman I didn't love for 2.5 years because I couldn't bear the thought of hurting her. To this day that's my worst sin, and I'm so ashamed of what I did to her for my own personal peace of mind that sometimes it keeps me up at night. From that, at least, I have learned that the kindest thing to do is be honest.
I don't know what to do about this. I hate it because it sucks for everyone involved. Do I start wearing unflattering clothes and snapping at everyone I meet? Is it my perfume? Am I secretly made of chocolate or something? Wtf is going on and how can I make it stop?