Confession of a Playboy

My name is Daniel, my friends call me Dan. I used to be shy around girls, the prettier she was, the more nervous I became. I used to be a loner, not many people around to call my friends. Most time, I'd get lost in my daydream about a less boring life. I lacked basic social skills; I would sit away from others and watch people interact, friends smiling and teasing each other. They always said I was proud and arrogant... If only they knew how lonely I was.
That used to be my life until I met Cynthia. I was in SS3 and we had just moved in to a new neighborhood. Her house was next to ours. We usually talk till late in the night. I always looked forward to our conversation after school. One night, I mustered all the courage in the world, I had been planning and procrastinating on this for weeks; I asked her to be my girlfriend. I stuttered at some point, most girls would never realize what it takes for a guy to walk up to them and express his feelings.
 

She never gave me a direct "Yes" or "No" answer. For days, I almost died of anxiety. Although she never said it (verbally), her actions said all I needed to know; YES! Though our first kiss was a bit awkward, our teeth bumped... lol but we were such a great couple. We spent most time together, I was a regular visitor to her house as she was to mine. We were always kissing and smooching every now and then (her younger sister caught us once). I always told her that she was the best thing that has ever happened to me; which was no lie. I loved her so much, she was my first "real" love. And she loved me too, I knew that for a fact. Our relationship lasted a year and some months; it is the longest relationship I've had till date.
She got admitted into the university while I was still at home battling J.A.M.B. It's true that communication saves relationships, we seldom communicate when she got to school.
 

One day, when she was around I went to see her. She told me we needed to stop seeing each other. I thought she was just messing with me as usual, yea, we had once or twice faked a break-up... I thought this was one too. I didn't say anything more than, "Are you serious?" then an "OK". A week later, when I decided I had had enough, I went to her house.
"What is happening to us?" I asked her.
"Us? What do you mean by us? We never existed or happened!", she said with disdain. Those were the harshest words I've ever heard. I couldn't stop the tears that filled my eyes. She couldn't see it, for it was dark and there was no light.
"But we... we... we", I choked on my own words, hung my head and slowly left. I went straight for my bed and cried all night. My head ached real bad, my mouth was parched. My breathe was heavy, I thought I was gonna die - I was hurt!
 

I was heartbroken and I almost never got over her. But something changed about me; my personality. I started accepting who I was as a person, I became less insecure and was no longer shy. My confidence surged even higher when I got admitted into the university. I started making friends and meeting different girls. I forgot about Cynthia, she had shattered my heart into such fragments that I was capable of loving a dozens girls at the same time - that was my excuse for double-dating and playing girls. I just wanted sex without the emotional burden attached to it. I was in love with my new life and thought myself immune to that self-destroying thing they call Love.
So I thought, until my third year in the university, when I met Valerie. She is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and every moment I spent around her was never boring. I'm usually the IDGAF Huge Ego guy but my emotions always gave way whenever I was with Valerie. I began to fall in love with her but unfortunately for me, she wanted us to stay as friends.
Now, I'm trapped in that dreaded "Friend-Zone", suffering once again from the agonizing pain of Love. 

@Son_OfA_Witch