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Out of the blue, I met the world’s most perfect guy. He checked all of the boxes for what I was looking for, and he had qualities I didn’t even know I wanted in a man. He was sweet, attentive, understanding, and sexy as hell. We spent every waking moment talking (and every spare minute together) for six months. He told me he had never felt this way about someone and that he had fallen for me. Hard. He was just out of a relationship, but he said he had never been more happy.
Then, out of the blue, he stood me up for a date. I tried to talk to him about it and he completely shut down and wouldn’t have a conversation. I was confused. He told me it was over. The day after we broke up, my friend matched with him on Tinder and he tried sexting her. I confronted him about it and he lied about being on Tinder in the first place. I was an idiot and we kept talking (and sleeping together) for the next month or so. But I had a suspicion that he was with someone else. One of my friends sent a facebook message to his ex to see if she knew something. That’s when I learned that he was dating this girl the entire time we were together. They had never broken up when he said they had. I was the other woman and I had no idea. Then he had the nerve to call and yell at me for ruining his life by telling his ex that he was cheating. The worst part? I still love him. It has been three months and he’s still the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning. I still cry myself to sleep at night because he isn’t here. I don’t think I’ll ever get over him.

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