You know, I’m so scared of love. You wouldn’t believe.
This is one thing that can leave my vulnerable.
Now there’s this man that likes me. He tells me to trust him, says that this isn’t the wrong choice.
But I’ve lost my trust long ago.
He wants to prove and show to me that not all men are what I view them, not all men are the ones I happen to always meet. He vows to take everything extremely slow.
I’m so scared.
This is the reason I’ve been single for more than a year now.
I don’t take anything seriously, I don’t think anything of it, I ain’t looking.
Apologies and promises are what I despise most. No matter who makes them or how many I get, I can nod and smile. But I’ll never let myself believe it. Disappointment is all I’ve gotten.
But I can’t help that part of my curiosity is being a bit of a pain. He seems different. Maybe.
There’s no harm in at least going out to have fun and make friends.
So I tell myself anyway.