Time and time again I've fallen for your lines. "I want to see you." "I can't wait to see you." And yet every single time, I get my hopes up, wear something pretty, and wait for the call that inevitably comes: you telling me you can't make it. Again.
I have no idea why I continue to let you do this to me. I'm an attractive, intelligent woman. But when it comes to you I am an insecure teenager waiting for you to validate me.
Today was the last straw. I'm not putting up with this anymore. I wish you well, but there is no future for us. —Over and out