Love Story No. 13: Making the Same Mistake Twice 3/3/14 “We” were something, or maybe not anything at all. We talked every day, texted every day and saw each other frequently on the weekends. We held hands. But apparently that doesn't mean anything, at least from his end and from what I assume. Although he was an attention seeking whore and immature half the time, something about him drew me in. It was definitely his charm. He had a way to make you feel special. You know, the type that says…
