Catch My Fall

I really want to write an entry about how one should never make a person fall in love, when they can't catch that person's fall. all of them left me, you know. all of them. they left me for other girls, god knows who, and they left me because i was suddenly not "the one". when all along, they were making me fall for them. they promised me so many things that only stupid people like me would believe. they made it look like they loved me, when in truth, they didn't. and i see these things donkey years after they have left. why is it that i'm such a psychopath; until i can't see things as they are? why can't i sense that things are wrong when they just are? why is it that i refuse to see things in a bad light when it's so obvious that they're bad. why? because i always believe that they are way too nice to not catch my fall. that's why. they all leave and later come back, regretting, but what difference does it make, when they blow their second chance? all they do is let me fall, when they can't be there to catch me.