Reflections

I fell in love and I tried to hide from it. I pretended it wasn't there; I hurt him, and in turn, when I sought him, he hurt me. He made out with my roommate.

I fell in love but he was gone, and when he came back the one I knew was so different from the man he was. We were mediocre, He is still my close friend.

I fell in love only to find that he was drunk and only wanted me for the physical release that sexual tension builds up. I still see him around.

I fell in love two years ago, he became my best friend, we dated, he abused me, hurt me, and made me feel worthless. I lost my best friend. He is engaged.

I fell in love with a guy I just met, he kissed me. He was in love, I was gone for a weekend. He made out with my friend's French roommate, and ignores my calls.

I fell in love with a man who makes me laugh, who comforts me, who listens. He is the best thing that has happened to me. We should have dated. He is no longer single, nor is he my best friend.

I fell in love with an actor, a theatre guy who flirts, and takes action. He loves me more than I love him. I am leaving for England and won't see him for 6 months.

I fell in love with God, only to turn away, give up, because the pain and frustration hurt too much. I believe, but do not devote. I am what they call luke-warm. I try to change, but don't.

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maybe I should become a lesbian