As a young man -Sketch 9-

I felt I got fortunate with the middle one. She was easily the most beautiful girl I have ever dated. I though it would work, I really did. Untill she stopped accepting my calls. No matter how I called or how often I text she stopped communicating with me and to this day I don’t know why.

Though thankfully I was not wild about her, I was hurt by her betrayl of trust and lack of repect for our relationship. The last time I saw her she spoke so foundy of us, talking about how we would be together, marry, all sorts of long term romantic things were planned.

A week later I never heard from her again. The middle one turned out to be the one I despise the most. The one that asked me to open up to her and trust her fully a month before she ditched me.

I told her I had trust issues. I told her I don’t just give out my heart. By the time she left she was on the verge of getting it. Maybe that was her plan all along. Maybe I was a challenge that just got boring.

….its okay my heart is just a plush toy anyway.