Love.

“I will love you forever.”
I think the goal in love should be as simple as that; to find someone who will love you forever. But unlike the movies, nothing is ever that simple… or romantic.
A few months ago a guy I was involved with did the unthinkable, but not surprising with his track record. He begged for the girl back whom he swore and promised to me he no longer cared about. He swooned and tricked my heart for three months, only to break it (once again). 
I’ll give you a quick background on this guy, and our situation. I met him three years ago during the summer of my freshman year, in the town where my dad lived. He was cute and outgoing, and I was the “girl from Colorado.” He was dating the same girl then that he wants back now, so we spent our time playing soccer in my backyard and watching star wars. I went back home, he found out that his girlfriend cheated on him, and we started a long distance relationship. Four months went by until we saw each other again over winter break; a perfect four days that I will never forget.
But when things get good, they tend to get tough.  The distance seemed farther than ever, and we both started to worry. He started flirting with (lets call her Pattie) Pattie again, and I found a potential boyfriend. He didn’t know what he wanted, and all I wanted was the truth. Our plans to see each other over spring break fell through, and I started to date my potential. I could tell (lets call him Romeo) Romeo was upset and he took it hard. He convinced me to break up with my boyfriend and come out to my dad’s town to see him for the summer. I did, and when I got there he told me he was dating Pattie again. 
I spent half that summer as a hermit in my father’s house, dwelling in my first heartbreak. I came back to Colorado with some brand new battle scars, and promising myself I would never forgive Romeo. 
We stayed friends through my junior year, I saw him whenever I was back in town, and we kept a decent relationship alive.
Until this past December, when I decided to call him under the influence, and spill my heart out to him. I caught him on the perfect night; he had just spent it with his sister who likes me, and they had a 2 hour conversation of how “I’m the one for him”. That, plus he had just broken up with Pattie. Things were back to the way they were when we first met, and it was hard keeping my head straight. I fell for it all over again, and got my heart broken the same exact way.
I felt so dumb, and I couldn’t handle talking to him anymore. I told him to leave me alone, and he did. A few months later he called me, I told him to leave me alone, and he did.
And today he tried again, but by sending me a friend request on facebook. I honestly couldn’t believe he had the balls to do it. I just wish I had the balls to deny it. Instead, I told him he had to call me tomorrow so we could talk.  
I honestly don’t know if a third chance is worth it, even if it’s just a chance to be friends. We obviously don’t stick to that very well. I have no idea what his intentions are. And should I even care? Really? If I didn’t let my romantic, stupid inner-girl rule my decisions I would tell him to leave me alone again, and possibly add a “fuck you”. 
I guess we’ll just have to see how this talk goes. I have a feeling by the end of it he’s going to wish he never asked for forgiveness… because all he’ll be getting is a piece of my mind.
Are 3rd chances stupid? The new Sex and the City movie proves no… 
but life is not like the movies.

-ms