wounded

It hurt you know... It hurts whenever I remember the many times I fell in love with the wrong guy. Sometimes I feel like a fool for not walking away when I saw a red flag and gave it an excuse instead. I guess I was scared to let them go and be alone again. I always wanted the sweet kind of love, where the guy buys me flowers, takes me out on a date and asks me to be his girlfriend.The kind of love that calls you at any time of day just to say 'hi', the kind of love that loves spending time with you. The kind of love made just for the two of us where each of us is loved by his and her own language. So whenever a guy leaves, I'm hurt not because he left but because each time they walk away they make me feel like I'm delusional to think that that kind of love is possible. So dear universe, in a hand full of men I hope i find my person and not my lesson.