From the start, I knew he was trouble. That playful charming smile and those electrifying green eyes were just irresistible. I knew from the start that I would get hurt again. That this is just a wild game which would end in a heartbreak. But I was stupid and went for it anyway. I remember countless warnings that I had regretfully ignored. “He is going to shred your heart into pieces, just for you to mend them back together by yourself,” said one of my friends.

      He was a flirty player. That was obvious. He was amazing, dazzling, outgoing, funny, smart, cute, every good thing combined to one. The only problem is his playful and carefree will. Not giving a damn about the world, he’ll do anything he wants, including breaking the hearts of innocent girls like me. He was just too fast for me. Everything revolved around too fast with him, too fast for me at least. To him, girls were just toys. But still, I fell for him hard. How couldn’t you? With him saying those sweet cheesy lines and those “I love you”s that sounded so sincere. With him flashing that million-dollar smile with his adorable dimples that can melt any girls’ hearts.

     The first weeks had been lovely. Everything seemed like a dream, like living your fairytale with you prince charming. He would constantly text me and check up on me every hour. He would keep me company everyday. He cooks breakfast for me. He cuddles me to sleep. He was almost perfect. I fell in love with him hard, too hard. However, things changed after a month. He started to drift off away. At times when I needed him, he was nowhere to be found. It felt like he was getting tired and bored of me. Even contacting him was difficult as hell. I got tired of hearing all the excuses of coming home late.  He has another girl and I knew it. Just like everyone said, he moved fast. One girl to another in a month. I can remember the sleepless nights without him.

       In the end, he was the one who called it off. I can recall the exact words he said to me that winter night. “I’m tired of everything. We were perfect before but looks like you were different from what I’ve thought. You are not my type. Sorry, but I just don’t love you anymore.” He said those words so casually. Thousands of daggers stabbed my heart. I couldn’t believe that he was the mischievous sweet boy I met before. He left me all by myself with the mess he made that I had to clean up. That night, I cried myself to sleep, drowning my sorrows.

      Getting over him wasn’t as easy as I thought. I had moral support from my friends and families, but it wasn’t enough to mend my broken heart. Memories of us flashed through my brain. It was all too clear. Then all of a sudden, realization struck me like lightning. The worst part of this all was not losing him, but it was losing me. It took 6 freaking months for me to move on from him, whereas it probably didn’t take a minute for him to make up his mind that he no longer loved me. Sometimes I even doubt that he never actually loved me. I just fell into his trap and became a victim of his game, like lots of other girls did. I felt like a total idiot. I vowed to never make the same mistake again. Since then, I was afraid to love again. That’s what I thought, until I met HIM.