I'm not anymore sure now than I ever was before what it is about him that made me question everything I have ever known, could it be the way he pretended he cared? Or could it have been he actually did and I was too damn insecure to ever notice it? I was in love before I even knew his name let alone anything about him. He didn't need to love me back although hindsight he might have and might still but I'll never know. No one has ever been enough to compare, no one ever will. He may read this and never know he is "him" then again he may never even read this. He claimed to love me I never loved myself enough to even consider the thought, now it's too late and now all I have is a memory a memory of
HIM
