He was my bandaid.      I was his confidant. He was fun in bed. I was scared of becoming attached. He was my friend and potential lover. I was an experiment. He made me feel sexy and beautiful. I made him climax. He lied about wanting more. I was left high and dry. He got what he wanted. I got a broken heart. He's off to be free. I'm crippled with the inability to trust. He is every man. I am alone.