This is the third time.
The third time I told myself "I might be able to fall in love".
The third time I created hope for myself.
The third time I reached a girl's heart (or at least attempted to).
The third time I let a girl believe that she should have strong feelings for me, even though I've subconsciously forged these feelings myself.
The third time things didn't work out like I hoped.
The third time I completely failed to understand the female mind.
The third time I was surprised by how quickly I was able to move on.
The third I realized how much of an asshole I must have been for making it seem like they meant more to me than they really did.
And even though my brain is only capable of putting things in perspective after they're done, this is the third time I've really disliked myself for it.
This is, however, the first time I feel like it's necessary to take the time to apologize for my behavior. To apologize for my mistakes and flaws. Each one of you is wonderful and deserves someone whose love is true (and each one of you is smart enough to know that).
My fourth time will probably still come in the future. I feel like it's inevitable. Hopefully, my mind won't play these tricks on me again, because I'd like to treat the next girl that I'm with, with sincerity.
