& IT FEELS LIKE LOVE.

Let me tell you something about [him].
I let her tell me something about him.
All he's interested in is sex. He went out with my friend one time, and that's all he cared about.
I listen and blink; my substitute for a nod of acknowledgment.
I was hoping for you he would change, but he obviously just has one thing on his mind.
This is the first time I have not defended him. How could I have done? The remarks were drifting at the back of my mind the entire time. I was cognizant of absolutely everything she was telling me.

This is the age-old story of a girl who thinks she can change a one-track mind for the better. The cliché of a horny teenage boy wanting more from an overly-trusting female than she would ever give, and giving up the moment the realisation hits home.

That's right. Fuck 'em and leave 'em.

The plot thickens. The infatuation develops into something resembling love.

No, not okay. What's wrong?

Hello again, my Dear!

I won't hurt you,
I promise.

But he will never feel the same; never have the capacity.

How far would you want our relationship to go?

And I can't do anything about this. He isn't worth my time! Not worth my damn time at all...

Except he is.

He means the world to me.

And the fact that he doesn't give a damn does less than you might imagine to change that.