I guess I had always sort of fantasized that a guy would see me and get past the ponytail and the glasses and the giant sweatshirt to discover how insanely awesome I am, then come and whisk me off into that magical teenager fairytale where everyone else gets to prance around.
When there is a crack in trust in a relationship, then the bond of the union is at risk
I sometimes go and sit there. it is my museum of broken things.
In your mind you are cheating somebody, but in reality you are cheating yourself.