He told me he loves me.
He said that he's in love with me.
What kind of person says that?
Less than 20 minutes before he confessed his "love" for me, he had a girlfriend. For two years.
I am so confused and lost.
You can't just say that.
You don't get to throw those words around.
But, he was brave. Courageous.
He's known me for three years and risked a rejection I wasn't even willing to face after sixteen.
To an extent, I understand...
I couldn't even express my love for you after sixteen years: drunk or sober.
****.
What have I become?
I need to realize that he isn't you.
He loves me.
That's something you never did.