He isn't who I thought he was and I think that's what hurts most.  I talked about him as if he put every star in the sky and knew them all by name.  I always took pride in his dedication to me, to us.  Everyone wanted a love like ours.  Effortless. Enchanting. Constant obsessing over one another.  But things changed and life happened and he became someone I don't know.  He hurt me the most and it was silly of me to believe in him- that he could fix me.  I have always known love could make a person mad, but ******* I am going ******* insane.  I'm disgusted with how much more I have loved him than myself.  Chance after chance, his actions spoke louder than his words and he didn't choose me.  You would think that hurts worse than anything, but wow... I was so sure I knew him.  I was so sure of him, of us.  And that, is what hurts the most