I am.. who? you?

I am you?

It's highschool and we met in history class. You were so charming and not very scared to flirt with me. I instantly became attached, I needed you all the time. You became everything to me, as I assume I'm in my youth moment's of figuring out who I am. You are all I think about, I obsess. I became you, because I loved you, I adored you. You became the piece to my puzzle. But you hurt me, you love bombed and manipulate me. I still think about you almost everyday until. Well very recently, even though it's been a few years since highschool ended you still cross my mind. I thought I was insane but you never said goodbye. They're was big news I saw about you and it broke the connection I thought we had. You never had me in any good ways. I was nothing to you but something to brag about to your friends. You destroy peoples lives that's what this entire small town says. It is quite true, I mean I know from experience. You tore me down piece my piece that I let you in. I felt and feel so insecure about myself because of months of your belittlement.