Before you go any further, don't judge.
Okay, I was young and dumb. When I crush, I crush hard. Like Biggie said, 'I just crush a lot' and that's the truth. Leave it up to my young, naive self to put all my eggs into one basket as I usually do and fall for the words. I started to link my obsession with nice words opposed to nice things to my love for writing. I was talking to this guy and as usual, we hit it off pretty good. He told me his problems and in return I shared mine. He was going through a lot and needed an a lot, but he also needed a huge favor.
I'm the type of person who falls for sappy stories rather easy whether they are factual or not. His phone was about to get turned off and because I enjoyed talking to him so much, I agreed to pay his phone bill. Mind you, at the time I wasn't even paying my own phone bill *drops face in hands*. He told me how he didn't have the money to pay for his bill and he was having a hard time taking care of his siblings since his grandmother passed away. I felt bad for him and despite the expensive phone bill, I took it upon myself to Western Union him [insert the outrageous amount here] so that he could pay his bill.
Long story short, I caught up with his phone provider and his phone bill had been paid days prior. I was hurt and in the end I got played. I had never had someone cheat me out of my money before, especially not someone I had grown to appreciate. Like I mentioned I was young and extremely dumb.
I believed every excuse that came out of his month and overtime forgave him for lying and well, stealing. I never got my money back, but I did gain a sense of self and a 'don't play yourself meter' overtime. Crushes will sometimes crush you and I had to learn the hard way.
Moral of the story: the feelings are never that deep.