He loves me. He told me so almost everyday. He said i was beautiful, smart, funny. He would do anything for me. But I didn’t love him. At least, I didn’t want to. I had you. You’re so perfect. You can do anything, say anything, wear anything, be anything. You could have anybody you want. So why did you pick me? I love you. I love you like crazy! But sometimes I feel like you will never take me seriously, never understand me, open up to me like he did. And it kills me because I know that logically you are better for me, but deep down I know he loves me, and I know I broke his heart. I can never love him, I can never accept what he has done with his life. I can’t live in the world he does. It’s your world I love, your world I want. But it’s his love I crave, and that’s something you can never give me. So why do I love you? Maybe because I think I’m supposed to. Maybe because I can’t imagine life without you. But I’m starting to wonder if losing him is really worth you. And visa versa. Someone help me.