"Love" is a four letter word

Why is it that those who say they love us (and I'm talking romantic love) usually end up treating us the worst?

In a moment of weakness, I texted the Biologist telling him I missed him. Weak, I know. I blame it on that time of the month. I was broken down by cramping and a general feeling of yuckiness. Of course, he didn't respond. But when we broke up, he kept telling me how sorry he was and how much he loved me. Wouldn't someone who actually gave a shit at least acknowledge the sentiment?

Or not...

I've decided I'm a fool... but who isn't? On a up-note, I was invited to a wedding over Memorial Weekend and I'm being assured there will be many cute, single guys there.

Promises, promises.