I Thought I Had Him

I thought that this was the one. This was the man who could finally make me happy. The one before him mde me cry every night, literally. But this one?

 I thought he was the fish that I didn't have to throw back. I thought he was the one I would mount on a pretty piece of wood and hang in my living room for all to see and admire.

I thought he would never lie to me. I thought he really loved me for who I am--quirks, flaws, weirdness included. I thought he would hold me in his arms forever as if I was some sort of magic that would float away if not held in the correct position.

 I thought he would be the one I could always talk to, cry to, yell at, fight with, tickle, play, and love because everything would always be better in the end. I always boast about him in front of my friends because he always did THE SWEETEST things for me. He was a real romantic whom was easy to characterize in a story because I didn't have to make things up in order for him to be seen as a prince.

I thought he would always forgive me. I get angry super easily, and that is one of my most repelling flaws. Somehow he accepted my flaws, and we always made up in the end. Somehow he saw me as perfect when I was completely imperfect. He saw the sparkle in my eyes, not the bulge around my waist. He saw my smile instead of my big feet.

I thought I would never have to look again. He was the one. I had already decided I was done looking. It sucks being out in the singles world. Creepy people hit on you, and you really just don't know who is a creeper sometimes.

I thought his smile would always brighten my day, and his voice would put a song in my heart for only me to listen. I thought he would never lie.


I WAS WRONG. ROYALLY WRONG.

He lied. He drank. He told me he was with his sick grandmother. That is wrong on so many levels. He is unethical, unjust, unemotional, selfish, and a bastard. (Excuse my rightful language.)

He really gets mad at me because I am mad at him.

He really just wants sex all of the time.

He really makes me feel terrible for pledging a social club. There is no hazing, drinking, or anything stupid involved.

I don't get it.

Someone explain why I fell in love with a lying douchebag.