I think I’m done with this. Too often I have been left disappointed, waiting for something that isnt bound to happen. He seemed nice enough, still does. But I think its the idea of him I like most. My idea of him.
I keep dating the wrong guys. Its almost like a bad taste that never leaves my mouth. When you think youve found something sweet, there turns out to be a bitter aftertaste.
Maybe if I leave this behind I’ll run into something better.