So..as it turns out, the little bastard i was in love with...he never loved me. I don't know what he wanted with me. But the whole time I thought I was being his friend and his confidant..he never even bothered to tell me he was dating someone behind my back. So all the stupid little comments, all the promises..everything was a lie. I feel so used. He'll never know how much I cared about him, how much I still do. He doesn't even know how close I came to driving to his house in the middle of the night to counsel him through what I believed to be his attempted suicide. Feelings like this just don't go away. So when I said I fell in love with the wrong person, I was right. I fell in love with someone incapable of real human emotion. I'm a friend and nothing more.
