he starts talking to you. and you wonder why. he’s incredibly cute, and way out of your league. he asks for your number, you give it to him. he texts you everyday. the conversations get longer and longer, and you stay up even later at night, just to talk to him. he calls you beautiful. he says you’re perfect for him. you say it back, because, well, because it’s true. he’s the nicest boy you’ve ever met. you thought nice boys didn’t even exist. he says the most perfect things, and when you see him you melt. you re-read your texts and smile because no one could possibly say things more flawlessly than him. talking to him becomes a part of your life, and when he doesn’t talk to you for a whole day you feel as if you’ll die. he’s just that important to you. he knows things about you that no one else knows. because you trust him, right? you fall for him even harder. you’re happier than you’ve ever been before, and it’s all because of this boy. then, one day, it all stops. he doesn’t talk to you for a while. everything you had comes crashing down. you fight with him. you cry. but he doesn’t. he’s perfectly fine because you’re not the only girl he’s been saying those things to the whole time. you’re broken, you’re depressed, you feel like complete shit. just because this boy meant so much to you, and you meant so little to him. sound familiar?