Feelings and boredom can look the same sometimes

I danced for him in the streets, so he would laugh at me. I held him when he cried. I flirted with him every chance I got. I kissed him at that party because he made me nervous. I let him touch me, hold me and see every part of me, because I care about him.

He flirted with me because he was bored. He laughed at me when I danced because he was bored. He kissed me because he was bored. He fucked me because he was bored.

I am not going to mix up boredom with feelings again.