I really hate the way that you left me feeling about love and relationships. You know that I was a real one, and you knew that I gave it a chance with you, just for you to leave after I got attached, like I meant nothing, and to play in my face. I forgive you, but now I find myself running away from anyone who approaches me because I am so scared to ever get so attached to someone like that again. I have become the person you were to me—to every guy that approaches me—and it is sad. Hurt really just moves from person to person, I see. No resentment, just some food for thought. I never want to open up to anyone like that again because they may turn out to just hurt me and walk away after I poured myself into it. I always said that I'm proud of you, and I looked at you with nothing but admiration. Fuck, I have a video on my phone talking about how I didn't know if I wanted to give this a chance and risk it when we first met. I was ten toes down for you, bro.