The One I Gave My Heart To

Of all the men I've met, there was one that I accidentally gave my heart to.

See, I met this guy a long time ago. At first he was just another name in my memory bank. I'd see him around say hi. He'd see me around and speak. I guess you could say we were acquaintances. Then one semester in college we ended up having a class together.

I was taking this particular class for fun. I think he was taking it because it was required for him. Anyway, he trapped me into chillin with him one day with the stupidest line. Well, he used school the class as the reason to see me, but I should have known better. I wasn't mad about it though. On that particular day we talked and got to know a little about each other. Something about him made me let my guard down. I don't know if it was his good looks or his nice personality. It might have been a combination of both.

After that day we continued to see more of each other. We went from acquaintances to friends with benefits. I was cool with what we were doing as long as he was cool with it too. Although my guard was down, I didn't realize it at first. I didn't realize until the semester ended and he didn't want to see me anymore. I didn't realize that I had given him my heart until the tears of disappointment started dropping down my face.

The worse part was months later when he called me wanting to see me again I quickly agreed. I never told him about the pain I felt from what he had done. I kept it to myself just because I knew it was my fault for settling in the first place. I knew that if I was going to hand my heart out I should have at  least had the title of girlfriend first.

However, I did let him back into my life. In fact even though I didn't tell him how I felt I think he knew. No, I know he knew that he had my heart. He'd call me and come over anytime he wanted. He would then get what  he wanted and leave. He never stayed long enough for my satisfaction. He played me and I let him. When I was tiring of getting played I did tell him I didn't want to see him anymore.

After that I had one more encounter with him alone. That day was a bitter sweet day.

P.S. I understand Fantasia and every other woman out there that has gotten attached to the wrong type of man. Once you get attached it's hard to let go. It's like taking candy back to the candy store.