I could’ve sworn that I wasn’t in love with him anymore; but every time I saw him with her it bothered me. Why would he be with someone who constantly made him feel less important? She cheated on him and then lied to his face about it, and like the fool he was he believed her every single time. He started to lose friends one by one me being the first because it was awkward to hang out after the break up and I didn’t want to fight with him over some bitch. Yet I felt sorry for him.
It was my entire fault and then I finally realized that I didn't stop loving him I was just lying to myself. I loved him since the day we fell apart.
