I've been in love with what I consider to be the most amazing guy ever, for about seven months now. He's everything I've ever wanted and more. He's perfect in my eyes. I love his grey-blue eyes, his hair, his rare smiles, his hands, his body, his cheek bones, everything, but more than anything, I love his personality. Though other people may think he's a no good asshole and everything, I think he's a completely amazing sweetheart.
I just found out that he loves me, the way I love him. That would usually be good news, right? Wrong. I didn't find this out from him though, no, I found out from a girl that knows him. Mind you, I didn't find this out until after he completely left me forever. By that I mean he posted a goodbye comment, and deleted everything. Just...left. He told me not to miss him. Pretty much said I'd be better off without him. If that were the case, I wouldn't be crying myself to sleep every night, and my heart wouldn't be broken.
People keep saying he's going to come back, but I don't think he is. I think he left for good...that's what he told me he was doing... Anyway, when I was told he loved me, he'd apparently told her that he would have swept me away and married me if he had met me in real life. It should have made me happy...but it killed me. He lives 14,000 km away, how can I live with that? :'(
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