Flash Fiction Story - The Heart of a Manipulator (read with caution)
When he first met me, I couldn't believe it. Here I was, a nobody who was struggling in the world, and this man, this very special man, turned his sights on me! He was so attractive, so sure of himself, and he had eyes for me. He approached me and introduced himself, then extended a confident hand for me to shake. I shook it and felt his power coursing through it. He said that he'd seen me in the coffeehouse many times, yet waited for the right moment to introduce himself. I told him that I was glad he did so. That was the beginning of it all. From there, we went out on dates during every date, and he showered me with tokens of affection and, I thought, love. We saw each other for several months and I noticed that while he loved being around me and showed me much affection, he never said those three little words. Plus, he spent a lot of time talking about himself, and wasn't I lucky that I fell into his life? One day, as we ate ice cream, I told him that I loved him. The wo