Just when I thought that would be the last, I started crying again. How many more relationships do I have to have until I find the right one? I'm so done this time.
My name is Fendi, and this is how it started: I was surfing the internet when I came across this dude. It seems as if he sent me tons of messages, but I haven't had time to reply to any of them. So I decided to reply for the first time today.
I discovered that the guy's name is Santo, and according to him, he keeps sending tons of messages; hopefully one day I will read them. He said that he just wanted us to be friends, nothing more. I was still doubting him because guys are always like that whenever they are aiming for something. I asked him how he got my contact ID, and he said a friend of his who knows me gave it to him because he likes me and wants us to be friends.
Days passed, and we became really good friends. We share things together, but I haven't met him in person, so the day we planned to meet, issues came up, so we had to postpone the meeting. We were able to meet later that week, and things were going really well with us. We were having a conversation one day when he popped the question and asked me to be his girlfriend. I had already started liking him, but I didn't let it show, so when he asked, I wanted to hurriedly say yes, but I stopped myself and told him I would think about it, but at the same time I was happy. After some days, I agreed to date him, and we became lovers. Things were going fine and smoothly.
Weeks passed, months passed, and suddenly the once sweet and loving boyfriend became cold; he hardly called, and he hardly responded to my text. I confronted him several times about his attitude, but he didn't seem to be giving a good response; all he would say is that he's busy.
I became tired of his excuses and asked my friend who knows him to help me talk to him about how he was misbehaving. My friend showed me a picture of him and another girl together, which made me devastated, but she still said she would talk to him for me.
Later that day, my friend called and told me that he didn't love me anymore and wanted to end things. not another relationship again. Anytime I decide to give love a chance, it always ends in tears, so this time I'm done for real.
Thanks for reading.