I'm attractive, intelligent and succesful and fun. I'm a major player and My friends ddmire how good at 'the game' i am and are envious that i always have 4 or 5 guys chasing after me. I pretend i do it because I enjoy the attention and being in control. Truth is i had my heart broken once and i'm petrified that if I actually let one of them get close i would fall in love again and they would leave me as soon as they realised i'm actually not worth loving. I'm 26 and i will probably spend most of my life lonely and having meaningless flings, all because i'm too scared to take a chance.I used to read these confessions and think, these love stories aren't going to happen to me. But I realise I have spent two months in love with you. I hate you, I hate you for making me like this. I keep thinking about you what you're doing, what you're thinking. Do you think about me as much as I do about you? Why did you have to call me yesterday? I have tried so many times to give up on you, but you just keep doing what you do. I love you so so much.