Ever felt this way about a guy?

Here's an excerpt from the 'Hope Dies Last' blog. Her writing is so exceptional, I find myself going back for more. She writes this below in a post she calls "Forgotten" , however you have to read the entire post to really know the true meaning of what I've posted here.

“Do I really need to ask or will you talk about it?”
“Talk about what?”
“The Man”
“I’m not sad anymore. I’m just angry.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s like a con artist. You know? Like one of those people that gains the trust of an old woman by being all sweet and then steals her fucking handbag.”


See what I mean.....