I loved him,

That was the only thing I knew about me.

I know you shouldn’t rely on someone to make you happy, but people don’t realize sometimes you don’t have a choice in that.

I would try and try and try Every. Single. Day. To get you to feel the same.

I could love, and he could do nothing with it, other then being more cold and distant then before.

I knew he thought I was the one, even if he didn’t love me like I loved him.

He did care about me though… and I hate that.

It’s not his fault, but it’s not mine either

If he wasn’t going to love me, he wasn’t going to love anyone.

That was the only thing I knew about him