I recently moved to this new city. I don’t know a single person. It’s just me and the open road. I have the chance to reinvent myself. To become something new. Someone different.
And yet I find myself clinging to old habits.
New town. New friends. And yet, same old me.
I’m talking to this boy. A boy I met just a week before I left. We talk all day from morning to night. But, it’s time I let you in a little secret.
I’m not into him. I’m just into the idea of him.
He gives me attention. And in a city where I don’t know anyone, that means more to me than you could understand.
He challenges me.
He calls me cute.
He tells me I’m important.
I mean something.
I know this isn’t love. Hell, this isn’t even lust. He could be anyone.
And yet I find myself craving his attention.
What is it about girls like me? We want what we can’t have.
We confuse lust with love.
My god, I wish I could make it stop.