Very heartbreaking, but much my own fault. I long for someone who understands me and truly cares for me. No more hasty randevouz, no more late night calls, no more “You’re an awesome girl, but seriously you’re not my type.” I’m done feeling like a puppet in the man’s eyes I long to be with. I have cut the strings, I have cut the strand to life of which he used to manipulate. Maybe he truly does care, but has an strange way of showing me this… “You’re an awesome guy, but seriously you’re not my type.”