You are pretty.
You have money.
Because I can earn prestige from you.
It was love at first sight. It was pure chemistry. I remembered I was in a country so cold; I was in a tour…He has this type of manly face and body that I like. Let’s say he is A.
I felt the innocent sparkles between us towards our trip. He looked at me, I looked at him; all through the trip.
I did not know he was much younger than me because he looks much mature and for me, I always looked young (not to brag but people always thought I’m still in high school; don’t know if that is good or bad).
We get to trade numbers though.
There is this other man. Let’s say he is B. He is his cousin. I did not notice him at all during the trip but…after the trip we started texting. I do enjoyed talking to him but just as friends.
Went a few dates with A. My heart was “doki-doki” when I was with him; but his age is my concern.
I did not end up with A. The main reason was, he went out with his friends. I texted him but he did not reply within days. So I thought, maybe he wasn’t serious and ready to commit yet.
I started to date B. It wasn’t love. It was a sweet escape for us. Deep down I know, he did not love me for me but for prestige. (I have this cool sports car–not that expensive though). I think it makes him proud that “I looked like I have money”. His ex wasn’t as good economy as my family; he is the type of guy that compares.
He was my nightmare through out all of my previous relationship. I though wasn’t ready to be committed too. I made a fast hasty decision of accepting him. He changed, he cannot accept who I am, I too cannot accept for who he is. He just left. Gone. By the wind. Goodbye sucky love.
I want to be loved for what I am inside. Not because I’m pretty, but because I have a good personality (can’t say I am). Not because I have money but because I care and respect you. Doesn’t all people do?
…but love is much more complicated than that…so to be continued I guess? o(*≧□≦)o
You are pretty.