I live in Chicago, but love sucks all over the world. I had a bad habit of falling quick, so I closed myself down to any concept of love. It seemed that every girl was out to screw me up worse than the last one.
I was bartending at a bar on campus. This girl came in a few times and was hot, but I said no to her because of the fact I was scared. Finally, she wore me down and we dated about 2 weeks before she said she loved me as we were dancing to a slow song at this little bar.
Like a chump, I fell right in. I said it in return then it was sunshine and happiness, right? No, At the time I had my hand in a few little enterprises. She wanted me around more so I closed them down. To tell the truth, I was happy to put that part of my life behind me for a slower pace.
As soon as I tried to change for her, she grew bored moved back in with her parents and let me go. I ended up heartbroken again. Never Again! Until the next time, right.