You ask why I don’t trust you. Well, I think it would be obvious. You call me beautiful one day, you deliberately make me feel special, and you end the conversation with charm, & flattery and talk of beginning again tomorrow. Tomorrow comes. You walk right by me in the hallway, you don’t blink an eye. We don’t talk. I check my phone every ten seconds, with nothing changing. I can’t keep up with your mood swings,especially when you offer no explanation. I was counting on you. You may have been fooling around, but I freaking believed. You make me believe, no matter what. And I think you know that. That is why I don’t trust you.