I have to
write about him.
Once again.
Because I finally realized it. I realized why I
like him so much. Well, I better say, why I like to be with him so much.
I never know, if he is telling me the truth or not and that
makes it so exciting. One second he loves me and the next second he doesn't care anymore. That’s driving me crazy on one side and fascinating on the other
side.
It is like he tells me to come to him and I come. He pulls me firmly towards him. Then he leaves. He leaves me alone. I want to follow him, but I know he doesn't want me with him. And suddenly he calls me and asks me why I am not with him. I’m mad, because he didn't want me first. But he tells me, that he didn't mean it like that and that he wants to spend time with me now.
I found something out about him. Something bad. I didn't know what to do. Should I listen to people who see it objective or should I listen to my heart?
This is what I have to how I feel about him:
"Always when
you said “I love you” you were lying. I knew it, but I wanted to hear it.
I knew I
was playing the game, but at some point I started to like you."
This is how I feel or how I think. There is more than that, but I will talk about it another time.
You know: I love you. ♥♥♥