It started with him putting on an innocent and caring mask. He told me he cared and that he missed me. He manipulated me into his games and I fell without looking. He was my first real crush, the one who I'd assumed would be mine as I would be his. I told him everything about myself, unknowingly giving him leverage over me. He learned my secrets but never exchanged his own. He was a player and I was the pawn in his own sick twisted game. 

Then she came along, a beautiful girl with a rebellious attitude. I was jealous of her, for she was his ex. I thought he was interested in me, but what I didn't know was that he was pining for her. He would assure me not to worry about her, yet at the same time he'd be begging for her back. 

To put it lightly, we argued all the time, each one provoking each other. It soon became into a game, in which he seemed to win every time. His mask soon fell off, leaving his spineless self exposed.

Our relationship soon became mentally abusive towards me. He'd play me, knowing my ever weakness. He would then apologize the next day. I would go crawling back, for he had captured me in his spell. 

He was obsessed with his ex, threatening the guy she had shown an interest for. He would yell at me and pour salt over my wounds, rubbing it in that he was in love with her. At this point, however, I had moved on. Our relationship, which I thought was going to be built off of love and compassion, ended up being built upon manipulation.