"Maybe he did love you. I'm not trying to get your hopes up or anything. I'm just stating what I think on what I've observed. He looks at you as we are passing each other in the hallway. He's kind of a jerk to almost everyone, but with you it's different. He's so sweet and kind towards you. You know, he's told you that he'd never want to hurt you. Why'd you let it all go?" My best friend asked me.
I look down, thinking about the memories with him. All I could remember were the negative and mostly positive ones. He was the reason behind my smile, but he was also the reason behind my tears.
"I don't know."
