I used to doubt him until he left Every day, everyday fucking day I thought about him like, what would he be doing? Will he be thinking of me too? Will he text me back soon? Love can make you miserable. It's like a drug you can't get rid of. it's like that one annoying wasp that keeps getting to you until u get stung. I was loved once. He loved me he said. Did he though? Or was it all just an act? Did he lie or did he love me really like I loved him? Love is hard but at the same time it's so beautiful. U start loving someone and spend your entire time on them. U put everything aside for them, but would they do that for you too?