Never kiss again.

This is going to be the first time that I will put down in words the way I felt and still feel about you. First off, I hate you. I hate you for what you stand for and what you represent; not only did you try to make me fall in love with you, you where trying to hurt me at the same time. How can you live with yourself? I still think about you. I call you anonymously everyday- just to hear your voice. I can't stop thinking about that kiss. That was the kiss that sealed the deal between you and I. Not the sex- it was the kiss. I knew that this wasn't going to last, but I fell for it anyway. I check your facebook page eveyday, just to see who you have befriended. I suscribed to your page, just to know when you write on your page. I miss you. Impossible, but true. It was a short time spent together, but what happened in that short time altered my way of living. You are who I have always pictured the perfect guy to be. I love you, and you will never know that. I miss you and you will never know that. I need you, and you will never know that. I want you, and you will never know that. I hate you, and I want you to know that. Any other girl will probably shrug their " adventure" off- I can't. I want you to know how my heart aches and longs for you. What kills me the most, is the fact that you will never look back at me. I will give my all, I would sacrifice everything to be with you The game you played worked. The way you would feed me on your bed; the way you would caress my hair and kiss my hand. the way you kissed me below. I remember the day you parked your car at the beginning of the courts. You texrf me and told me you were there waiting for me. I texted you back and told you I was on my way out, and that I was in his white car. I remember driving by you, in his car, and seeing you stare at the car go by. trying to see where I was in the car. I remember looking at you, look at me. We both lookded at each other as if we were actually staring at each other. I remember you texting me and telling me that you were going to follow me that day.

What happned? Oh yeah, it was the boyfriend thing. You knew that. Now, i'm left here with these feeling that I have no idea what to do with them. What kills me the most is that you told me you wanted me to have your baby. You told me you wanted a girl and that you wante dme to be the mother of your child. You told me you didn;t mind having a " baby mama". I hate you! I asked you, " why me?" and you told me, " I think you will be a good mom, you're a good mom now". I can't forget you. You eve told me to tell you when I was ovulating. You played a wicked game on me. I feel like Medea, but without the children she killed over Jason. I am bitter, and hurt, and now I want to get back at you, but I don't know how. You don't see me, you don't notice me- but why would you? I am glad she hurt you, and I see why. I do't know. You are probably the best person to be around, yet, you are out there making women cry and hurting them including me. This was my summer fling, this is what my summer adventure did to me. I hate you, but I am also glad that it happened. Now I know why I fell for you and what to look out for. It wasn't the sex, it was the kiss. The kiss that sealed the deal that day in your car, waiting for the light to turn green at the trafic light.