I thought that he would be the one that I spend the rest of my life with because he made me believe that he was. I would've done anything for him, but I guess he didn't care about that. I put my heart on the line for him and he just ignored it, I would have flipped this whole universe inside out for him but he played me. I didn't realize the kind of person he really was until later on in our relationship , but I wish I had realized sooner. I thought that he was being genuine with me when he first told me he loved me but I guess I was wrong. I hated the fact that he had such an affect on me, the type where he could really get to me internally. I hated the fact that I believed his every word, I hated the fact that I couldn't find it with in myself to hate him, and I hate the fact that I still can't no matter how much I want to, I just can't. I hate that I introduced him to my family, I hate that I let him into my life, I hate that everyone else could see who he was but me. And that really kills me still till this day. I try, and I try, and I try to forget about him but it seems like trying is a waste of time, time I don't have anyway.