I hated my last relationship. Nothing has ever made me feel more stressed, depressed, anxious, annoying, unattractive, angry, and ignored. It didn’t matter that I communicated. It didn’t matter that I told him what I needed, and wanted. It didn’t matter that I did everything in my power to make sure he was happy every damn day. It didn’t matter that we were friends, long before. It didn’t matter that he told me I was the one-his actions didn’t match. It never mattered that I would check in, and make sure he was fulfilled in the relationship. I want to be in love with my best friend. He’s not my best friend. That I think most of all. Made me very very sad.