Five of the few told you pretty words that made you giddy. Unluckily, they also told such words to the other twenty. You? You still believed because you loved them so, but you started to fear the thought of being an option by someone whom you treated as a top priority.
If we were friends, I would tell you to run. I would tell you to slam the door and leave him and all of his shit behind. You don’t deserve someone who says he loves you but doesn’t know what the definition of love is. You don’t deserve someone who is searching for lust elsewhere the moment you turn your back.