The end

I cannot say.

"I am going to be very straight forward. I love you. I do". The young boy says to the girl by his side. "I would do anything for you" he says. She has just told him after a few months that he was to negative for her. That she couldn't deal with it. He said he would changed. He did. He was happy. Another young guy came along. She started being distant anyway. He asks if its him she says no. She is always on her phone driving him insane. She has no idea how much she really means. He cries night and night unend thinking about what would he do if she left. He couldn't think of anything. So he never did think. He was a fool. Not because of her. But because he never did think. He just kept going. And when it happened. When she finally left him. He was dazed. Confused. Lost. He tried everything he could to pick up his pieces only to find out that he was falling apart at the same time. So he was repeating him self. "I will get stronger" he says. He lies next to her one last time this memory the day of when she finally left him she told him she loved him. Kissed him on his head. And left. Just like that. He didn't know what to do. No family could help him. No friends could try to describe what is going on. He couldn't help but scream and cry and try everything he could to keep her in his life. Then his demons caught up tortured him. He had To leave. He couldn't be friends not after that. He wanted to he really did. But she never gave him the chance. She was to busy in her own void. Her own pain. The boy made up this idea to help the pain. That she used him. That she took his heart and abused it. That wasn't true though. Whatever happened to the point where  you just fall out of love. Before that. Before all of it. They were happy. They were truly in love. Nothing held them down. I don't know what happened or how you loose love like it's something like a dice. It's not. It's meaningful. It's a feeling that stays with you and when you aren't sure you fight it through. But it's too late for that. The boy moved on. He is scared. Alone. And sadly he wants to die. Never has he ever experienced this type of pain. So question I have is. How do you "fall out" of love. If you really weren't "in love".   She liked the way he looked. All of it. Under the clothes. Outer if it. She loved it all. But never him. He felt the same way. Kinda. See in my side of the story. If you cry for someone you miss. You love them. Any amount of love is love right? This is all 100% true. And that's the world we live in. and if anything were to take me back and tell me to change it I say no and live that out. Because I guess it happened for a reason right? Thank you. " Without you. My hands will get cold. My heart will be in half. And my eyes will be cloudy..but my mind will always be on you. Always."