When you burned too many times

I once knew a man who told me: "You are too young to be so disappointed in a relationship." Maybe he was right. Perhaps 22 is too early for disappointment to believe that no one will love you.
But 7 years later, little has changed. I still have not met more or less constant love. So maybe I was too young for disappointment, and maybe I'm a 22-year-old who could foresee the future. Maybe at 22 I already knew (or had a premonition) that I would be constantly disappointed by people whom I would meet on my way and who would only pretend that I was important to them as long as it was convenient for them.

At first there was the man I wrote about at the beginning. He found me attractive and interesting, but not for long. He thought I was good enough to sleep with me at night, but not good enough to wake up with me in the morning. He let me fall in love with him, knowing that he could never reciprocate. He washed his hands of any guilt when we parted, saying that he was always honest in his intentions about me.

Then there was a man with a charming smile and light promises. He said that he was not like the others. He said he would never break my heart. But for him I was only a beautiful story, which he could boast to his friends over a glass of beer.

After him was another, with the best intentions. He was patient, gentle and sincere. He said that he would wait until I was ready for a new relationship. He said that he sees his future with me. He wanted a family, children, and "they lived happily ever after." He thought he loved me, but he did not know me at all. He thought he loved me, but in fact he loved the image of me, who himself created and inscribed in his ideal picture of life.

The last was a man who loved adventure. Who asked a lot of questions, as if my answers were really important to him. Who made plans and wanted to see the world together. Which I let into the depths of my soul. But that left when I realized that I was not so simple. Who decided that it would be too difficult for him to love me. Which decided that I was not worth his effort.

I once knew a man who told me: "You are too young to be so disappointed in a relationship." Maybe he was right at the time.But the irony is that it was the same man who left me, thinking that I did not believe in love for nothing.

I'm so tired of people who promise to love, while all they really want is a little fun until something better appears. I'm tired of people who beg me to open up to them, only to quickly escape when they see broken parts of my soul.


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