After all that, after everything I've given, all that he promised, he chose.
He chose for him, exactly what I wanted him to do.
Who knew you could love someone too much, want to play too big of a role in their life.
But he chose.
It wasn't me, I'm not the one.
How do I deal?
How can I come to realize that after thinking he was the one, the only one, my filler of the void I carry in my soul, that that role doesn't suit him?
I'm lost, confused, lonely.
The feelings of being used and played come rushing back into my heart.
How is it that everytime I come close to someone, they push me away?
Where is my one, true love?
God knows I've been through enough pain.
Is it better not to love at all?
The question shall every remain on my heart.
