I loved her, the first time I think I really loved someone. I wanted the best for her, I wanted to make her happy, I loved when she would laugh at my jokes and smile at me. I never told her, because I always told myself that it was affection, it was comfortability, it was a dream. I had already gone through the pain of never being able to have her in my own head, so when she told me she was seeing someone else it surprisingly did not hurt. I don’t think what I feel is heartbreak, but then again I’m not sure what heartbreak is supposed to be. Or what Love is supposed to be. I know I’m a loser for loving and hurting on my own, but in some ways I’m glad I never told her because I know she doesn’t feel that way about me and instead of a stained memory to her I am a happy one. I will never regret the things I did for you and the ways in which I cared for you. Thank you for letting me love you in my small and measly ways, and I honestly hope you have a life full of love and joy and all the good things that make life worth living. I’ll do my best to live one like that too.
