I thought he wanted to date me because he texted me every single day.
I exaggerated the smallest interactions, assuming each look meant more than it actually did.
I set myself up for disappointment.
Cassie Lopez
I thought the gesture was his way of revealing his innermost feelings for me.
I didnt think we needed to define the relationship.
I assumed our kiss meant we were boyfriend and girlfriend.
Until he brought up a term Ive grown to hate:friends with benefits.
I thought this meant he was interested in dating me.
Until he started mentioning other girls.
Until he started asking me for advice on how to get their attention.
He never picked up on how angry I got when he mentioned these other girls.
He never realized my advice tomove onwas selfish advice, advice I hoped would lead him back to me.
I thought he wanted to date me because he tried to sleep with me.He made his attraction obvious.
He liked every selfie.
He watched every story.
He drooled over every snap.
He gave blunt compliments that boosted my confidence.
He made me feel pretty for the first time in a long time.
It wasnt a relationship.
I thought he wanted to date me because he flirted with me.We teased each other.
We bantered back and forth.
I knew the relationship was not one-sided because headmittedhe found me attractive.
Headmittedhe was happier when I was around.
He spent months leading me on.
He invited me over to spend one-on-one time in his bedroom.
He held hands with me.
He cuddled with me.
He made me feel comfortable.
He became the definition of analmost boyfriendbut for some reason he never wanted to become an official one.
