I thought he liked me… turns out he only liked me in private.

I met him and didn’t expect anything. But he started texting me every day, staying up late talking to me, making me feel special. In private, he was sweet—like I was the only person that mattered.
But in public, I didn’t exist.
He never wanted to be seen with me. No acknowledgment, no effort, just distance. At first I made excuses for him… until I saw he had no problem being open with everyone else.
That’s when it hit me.
He didn’t like me—he liked having access to me when it was convenient.
So I stopped being someone’s secret comfort.