I feel in love yesterday. With someone so gorgeous. Something I didn't know.. he used me, for sex. Couldn't he tell how many times I stared into his eyes? Actually , I don't know if he truly used me, but I feel broken. He said he wanted to see me to get to know me, but he couldn't resists not having sex with me because I was " hot " . But now , that I'm home, I see myself missing him, like crazy.
I left my sweater at his house, he thinks I did it purposely. I told him I didn't, and I asked me if he wanted to see me again. He said yes. But something seems wrong... very wrong.
I hate love.