In love with my bestfriend

January 19th
Him; that's all that I could think about. His laugh, his smile, his dimples, those pure green eyes that I could get lost in at any given moment. The sound of his voice could brighten my day. It's kind of funny, you think that it's all a happy ending. That I'm in love and I am loved by the same person. When really it's torture, thinking about him every single fucking moment. Not being able to breath probably because he takes my breath away. He just got up one day and left. Without a trace, no goodbye, no nothing, just gone. He told me we would be together forver. He told me that he loved me... There is no such thing as love. People just throw around those three words as if they mean nothing. Well shit here's a reality check. IT FUCKING HURTS TO KNOW WHAT YOU SAID WAS LIES IT HURTS TO KNOW THAT I MEANT NOTHING TO YOU DONT SAY WHAT YOU DONT MEAN IT FUCKING HURTS LIKE HELL.