I have to constantly tell myself that I didn’t love him. I used him he used me for comfort, and comfort only. I’ve only ever loved one human being in that way on this planet. And it’s okay because when I tell myself I didn’t love him I know we were in the same place. Our chests were both hurting from someone else hammering nails into our hearts. We needed each other then but we didn’t love each other ever. A.p.