At this point I've loved him to the moon and back, even further. He doesn't love me he doesn't care. If he did he wouldn't give up on us. Instead I feel anger, sadness and jealous. Anger because I feel feelings that aren't mutual. Sadness because I realized I will never be able to love anyone the same alway again. And jealous because some girl or guy out there will have him all to themselves. This girl will be beautiful, smart, funny and the most kind, all things I'm not. And she will be the luckiest girl in the world because she has him, a handsome, kind, funny, caring, gentle, playful and romantic guy. Someone I wish I could have. But now I must give up because I realized that he doesn't care enough to keep us together and that's fine by me. Somebody will have me eventually, that person will look at me and say, beautiful, kind, funny, forgiving and many more fantastic things that he once said. And now I've lost that. Now I give up, he doesn't want me, he doesn't need me. I need him but that doesn't matter anymore right? Because I am not the most attractive, I am not the kindest and I am certainly not perfect and he deserves perfect. So I give up.