I loved him to death. I would go to the ends of the earth for him, and further. I would do anything.

He thought I was pathetic.

I started seeing myself through his eyes. I became the pathetic person he made me out to be. I was scared around him, too nervous. When he'd talk to me, he'd make fun of the feelings he knew I had, but I never cared about that. "I can't believe he talked to me", I thought." Did he finally forgive me?"

I broke myself down over this guy. I loved him for a year and a half and believed I would never stop loving him. I believed the hell would never end.

Until I saw his face one day and instead of nerves, a voice inside my head rang "meh". Until I didn't care about him for a week, for two weeks, for a month, for two months. Until I saw how unfair I was being to myself by putting him at number one, always.

Don't worry, people. If I could do it, you can too. Your awful feelings will pass. I believe in you.