There have been many times in my life when I've been broken hearted and horribly depressed. There are only a few steps to follow in order to break someone's heart-make him that person fall in love with you, lead them on, let them down, and then dump them when they least expect it. I am here today, fed up with the latter, to stand my ground and not let it happen again. This time, I will be the heart breaker; I will be the one sleeping soundly at night instead of fighting the tears and nightmares at the end of the day. I took it step by step, eventually becoming closer to the perfection of heartbreak.
             The first step I took was the most important; I made him fall in love with me. I did this by batting my eyelashes or smiling at him for no reason. I let him catch me staring at him, lovingly, of course, and not obsessively. While talking about future plans, if appropriate, I would casually include him in mine. I would describe my perfect wedding to him and what my first child's name would be. He eventually caught on and joined in on the fun conversation. I didn't spend all of our time together making out on the couch (which was a good idea, but not a good idea to do it all of the time). Instead, we took time to lay in the grass on a sunny day, perhaps under a tree. There is always time for bonding while studying together. If we went on dates, I would offer to pay his way sometimes, but I didn't let it happen too much.
             After a while, a comfort level was established. I knew this when the two of us could sit in silence without feeling awkward. This is about the time when my guy had really become fond of me. At this point I realized I didn't want him anymore, and that, indeed, I wanted his best friend. After all, that would be the most horrible thing to do; leave him for his best friend, the most trusted person in his life. The chase was over, and I only wanted what I couldn't have. So, on to st
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