" what I felt for you was not love, I don't think I ever loved anyone in a romantic kind of way. What I felt for them was never love perhaps it was something close to it or not at all. Maybe all I ever felt was infatuation, lust, the constant need for gratification, the feeling of wanting to conquer the prize without actually needing it. It pains me that I don't know what love is and I am more relieved that you didn't believe me when I said I did. I wanted to love you more than anything but you were not meant for me. The day doesn't rise because of you and you don't set my evenings; I will be fine without you. I want to love but sadly that never happened no matter how many butterflies I felt in my stomach, no matter how many hugs I've craved all of that was simply meaningless; you deserve to be loved and I can't give you that even when I thought I could, it was never about you and I believe love is supposed to be all about you and not about the person who's giving it."
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