Her "I just wanted you to love me...not fucking destroy me." I choked out through tears. He stood there, head down with bloodshot, hooded eyes, not saying a word. He wasn't physically leaving, but he left me. "I got my hopes up" I whispered. He finally inhales a breath to speak. "About what?" His voice low and raspy. "About you actually loving me back." I answered. His face was now emotionless. Or that's what I thought. I couldn't read him anymore. He made me realize that I'm not the type of person someone falls in love with... He broke me. But I won't ever let him go. Him She still straightens her hair, still puts on small clothes, still glosses her lips, and still glances at herself in the mirror. It's still all for me. The boy who will never care about her again. Because if I did, I wouldn't be able to live with the thought that I damaged her for a second time. I loved her once. I still do... And that scares me so much. So I keep pushing her away. The only way I know how. I always say I'm done with her. But I never am.