I'm sure you've heard the saying, the one that goes: "It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all." According to who? Everyone's love looks different, feels different. I've loved, and lost myself. I loved so hard and tried to better myself at every turn. It's possible he did love me, but only to the extent that he, himself, knew how. In this case it was love, but I wish I never had fallen. If only to turn back time and never had known his love; it would've been easier.