Go ahead and tell me one more time. Tell me I'm gorgeous and every guy that walks in the room wants me. Tell me I have a killer personality and can get whatever I want. I'm so sick of hearing of all it. Guys do want to get into my pants. And sure some guys may like me. But stop trying to make me feel like that should make me feel better. I'm not shallow. That's not what I want. I have never been the girl to want all eyes on me. I wanted him. End of story. And I didn't want him just cause I couldn't have him. I wanted him because every time I heard his voice, it felt as though a blanket slowly covered my shoulders. And when he walked into a room, not only did I smile, but I couldn't help but squeeze my fingers with excitement. Every small move caused me to fall over my feet.

But he's been crushed before and it wasn't from me. He still worries that I don't wear a coat, but that kind of says it all. He doesn't love me. He worries, because he' a nice guy. But I should have known all along that he didn't love me. He said it one drunk night in bed. It didn't mean anything. I never meant anything to the one person who meant everything to me.