I remember him telling me how I was special. That he could see our future together, but still in the same breath he would tell me about this new girl he liked and how soft her lips were. Every description of this new girl just reminded me of everything I wasn't  and never would be. But I wasn't her and didn't want to be. He always told me how jealous he would be over my future boyfriend from then I knew the bs but made him run his mouth anyway as he told me how beautiful and **** I was. But still he would go back and tell me about how much he was in love with my best friend. When it was just the two of us he would wrap me in his arms and tell me just how perfectly I fit, how perfectly we fit , but then he would turn around and hug my friend up from behind and ask her " would you be mine". So you see I should have know that when he dipped me and laid his lips on mine it was just another joke, I was just another game, he never really cared, he just wanted another name. Another name on the kiss list.