Black Horse and the Cherry Tree Pt. 2

So, in my last post, the point was to eventually get to talking about my love life. Obviously, that didn't happen. Ever since Grant dumped me, I had been on a love hunt. Every guy I met, I started trying to imagine myself with them and developed probably about a gazillion mini-crushes, none of which lasted very long or turned into anything. Until Brendon. Brendon's in my physics class. Around Valentine's Day, I noticed that his statuses started getting more and depressing concerning his ex girlfriend. So I started talking to him about it, trying to console him and making him feel better; basically just trying to be nice. And he was nice right back. We started talking continuously, facebook, text, skype. For three days, this lasted. I was really starting to fall for this guy. He seemed to be everything I wanted in a guy, except that my first impression of him was that he was a flat-out jerk. And I told him that. He swore that was the last thing he wanted to be thought of as. And I believed him. He seemed so nice when I was talking to him that I would probably have believed anything that he said. So, I decided it was time to really get to know this guy and spend some time with him, so we decided to have lunch together. And boy, was my first impression of him right. Maybe I'm just judgmental at times, but I could not stand the amount of cussing this boy did. At first, I just wrote it off as him having a bad day. Lunch came and went and I definitely felt something was wrong. So i decided to give him a second chance and confront him about his cussing later. The next day, I made an effort to sit beside him in physics. He sat in front of me instead. Later that day, we started texting again while I was napping. Being half-asleep, I confronted him about his cussing. No answer. I apologized. No answer. I got really pissed. No answer. Finally, I decide it's time to actually wake up. I check facebook and sure enough, he had blocked me. Come to find out, this girl he was "consoling" was more than just a friend. He was talking to her the entire time, maybe longer, that he had been talking to me. I gave up on him.

I feel like God used this boy to change me. I had been tiptoeing along the edge of a relationship for so long, wanting to jump right in. But only by finally falling head long into this abyss could God finally rescue me from myself. Now, I feel like I can stay happily single now because I know for sure that God is using this time to make me stronger. One day, my prince will come. He's just fighting a bunch of battle's for my heart, first.