"Sorry, Trixie. I don't want to sleep with you" He said before started running away out the room. I sat down as I felt my tears falling from my eyes. So, I'm not pretty enough for him? I'm not enough to be his girlfriend? There I was lying down on the bed, still fully clothed, crying my heart out, I felt so insecure, hurt that maybe it has always been an one-sided love after all. I'm just stupid enough to believe that he would actually like someone like me. I shouldn't expect something from him. Because of that night, we no longer talked to each other. He doesn't care about to so I shouldn't either.