"I Love You"

Three words, and eight letters that everyone wants to hear from someone that they love, in hopes that they mean it and are not saying it out of pity. I had a boy who told me that he loved me and two days later he broke my young, fragile heart into a million pieces and with him not giving a care that he did. Two weeks later, on my birthday, January 16th he texted me to say happy birthday and apologized for breaking my heart. He also told me how much he missed me and that he was still in love with me. With my heart still being broken and being vulnerable I gave him forgiveness and a second chance for us because that's what he wanted and so did a piece of me...The second chance I gave him was a waste, thinking he changed when he did not at all like he said he was. We would talk daily, one night he even picked me up from soccer and kissed me that night and told me he loved me. Days later, I texted him "what are we?" he responded with "IDK" but, then continues to say "I love you." I was tired of waiting around for him, I wanted to be happy either with or without him in the picture. But every time he said "Baby, I love you" I fell back into his trap. I was the puppet and he was the puppet master. I knew the "I love you"s meant nothing, but I still believed him. In todays society I Love You, the 3 words and 8 letters that everyone is dying to hear means less than what it should. Who knew I love you could hurt so much.