I thought I finally found the one. I thought I didn't have to worry about anything anymore. I was so happy, so unbelievably happy. He was so right for me. He was so handsome and smart and funny. Literally everything I've ever wanted.
I wish I had never met him. I thought I was going to marry him. I thought my heart could finally rest. But then he asked to see me without me staying the night, and I knew he was going to break up with me. He said we just weren't the right fit. He said he had confused lust with love.
I liked boys in high school and they never liked me back, so my whole life I thought I was physically ugly, but I've realised that's not the case. I must be ugly on the inside. The only men who are into me are men who are ugly on the inside too. I finally found a man who wasn't using me for sex or money, but then he decided he didn't want to be with me. He said he saw me more as a friend. He was emotionless while he broke up with me. He held me while I cried but he felt nothing.
I will never ever love again; I can't risk the heartbreak. I will never put my heart out there again. This hurts so much. I am so unbelievably sad.
This hurts so much because I got a taste of the perfect life. The last night I spent in his bed, he held my hand as we both fell asleep. Little did I know that would be the last time.