He went on for weeks about how depressed he was. He told me that he didn't know what was wrong. He felt the need to cling to me. He felt like I wasn't being there for him. He felt like he loved me.
Flash forward to right now.
Are you dating Mariem?
Are you stalking me?
No, but I saw an Instagram post.
Silence
Basically.
Hahaha, wow.
What?
Nothing, I hope you're happy with her.
I am, thank you.
He went on for weeks about how depressed he was. He went on for weeks telling me he loved me and that he needed me. If he ever lost me, he would be destroyed. And yet, he loves her. So does that mean he never loved me?