Heartless

He looked at me. I looked back.
He smiled. I smiled back.
He asked me for a name. I replied.
He extended his hand. I met his.

I asked him where he was from. He replied.
I asked his game. He simply smiled.
I asked what that meant. He explained.
I asked where. He led me to it.

He tried to kiss me. I resisted.
He took my hand. I let him.
He unbuttoned my shirt. I felt cold.
He unzipped my pants. I closed my eyes.

I touched his body. He loved it.
I pulled him up. He tried to kiss, yet again.
I looked at him. He winked.
I looked away. He pulled me close.

I closed the door. I walked home.
I faked a smile. I am now convinced.

I have indeed changed. Or have I?

I am, once again, heartless.