Your smell lingers on my bed, on my pants, on the chair that you sat, on every book that you touched. Everywhere.
Admit it. You come over, leave your scent and left just to break my heart.
It was the longest one hour I had to endure in my entire adult life. It was the wait for something that would not happen. It was the wait for someone that would not come.
I should've listened to my guts. Men are all good at words, twist it, play with it. With flair.
It was the one hour that I felt I had turned myself into a joker.
I was fooled. By a man. Once again.