I thought you were different. I thought you would be my savior. I thought you were my light to my darkness. I thought you would would be my happiness to my sadness. I thought you would be the one that would change my parents mind about me dating. I thought you would make me better. But I thought wrong. You cheated on me. You used me. You did everything I thought you would never do. But the sad thing is, I’m not mad at you, I don’t hate you. I’m mad at myself and I hate myself because I let my guards down. I let my walls down way too early. And I wish I hadn’t. I wish I knew what I was getting into. I wish I walked away right when I hear about your little pact with your friends. I wish I wasn’t so stupid.