What a world we live in, that anything could happen with a simple tap on our little screens. I’m definitely not mad about it. It’s how I learned some of my biggest lessons. It all started off with a direct message. I texted her. You know sometimes I wonder how life would’ve been if I didn’t. I was perfectly fine up until that point. Up until I got my emotions running wild. It must’ve been a very boring day. The funny part about that is that I remember that day as if it was yesterday. I didn’t think too much about it. I can use a extra friend I probably thought. She texted me back. And from that point on, I had developed a deep emotional connection with her for the next six months. Simply through iMessage games and corny games of 21 questions. We eventually met up right before summer had started. Date after date, laugh after laugh, I didn’t think I was capable of being with someone at all. Something about my insecurites always told me that I was incapable of being loved, or liked at that. After all, this was my first relationship and never knew what this type of affection was like. I really thought our relationship was perfect. I thought that this was a forever thing. I started going out of my way to do things that she liked. Sacraficed a lot just to accompany her. I’m pretty sure every man knows how that feels like. I was changing. I would write her in the morning, think about her through my entire day and cap it off in the night time with long conversations about how much I cared for her. I’m not going to lie and act like she didn’t do the same, because she did. At first, I think. She was my favorite person, my bestfriend, my girlfriend all in one. And I loved that. I loved her. I still probably do. I’m just a tad bit salty. But it was until I mentioned that four letter word that things started to go wrong. Yeah, she did say it back but to be honest, towards the end I just never felt it. It hurt me everytime she said it because I felt as if she was lying. Her emotions started to fade and she pushed me away. Used the excuse that she wanted to work on herself to do that. It’s really selfish of me to say that because what if she actually is, but I am hurt. I put too much of my happiness into her and feel like all the time, effort and mental compacity I devoted to our relationship went to waste. I never got a chance to say that. And now, the person that knows me better than I know myself, is a stranger to me.