I thought I felt love. I guess I was wrong even though I loved the person it turns out that they didn't love me, actually I really don't know why they said they loved me and now they don't. Maybe they love someone else, maybe they are too immature for a relationship yet. Maybe Love is just something that doesn't exist. Whenever you find someone you care about they are always the ones that hurt you the most. Maybe that person will come back or maybe I was only in their life as a joke. Who knows.. I can't hate them yet I still cried. Why is Love just something in storybooks?