You Did Good
And there I was, getting excited about meeting someone. It feels nice to get the attention. Although it never mattered in the past. It’s nice to hear someone call you beautiful or appreciate you for the things you say and do. And then things get sour. You uncover the truth behind the sweet nothings. It is no more than a scheme so that he can easily take advantage of you. For a brief moment, you don’t want to believe it, because maybe this time it is true. But you know how fighting your mind ends, and maybe your heart wants to give it the benefit of the doubt, but this road is too familiar, so you decide to turn the other cheek and call bluff for what it is. You value your peace now, and though the attention is nice, nice is not enough. You got you; you do not need it from anyone, especially not from someone who sees you no more than a prey. And here is a pat in the back, you did good. Perhaps you have learned your lesson, and I am proud of you.