I thought he loved me.

I really did.

But it turns out he didnt feel the same.

He was the one person i could confide in. The one person i could feel comftable around.

And now he's ended it.

Maybe my problems were too much for him. Maybe they'll always be too much. Maybe i should just gat used to being alone.

One things for sure though, i'll never love another the way i loved him.

It's funny, but i still love him even though he's broken my heart.