Realization

I've realized that I was right all along. I told him that he's never spent that much consistent time with me, so h had no way of knowing that he loved me the way he claimed. I told him I'd be able to handle his "clinging" but he wouldn't be able to handle mine. I knew that he was being absurd, I knew he was being overly optimistic and crazy even...I knew it...but that's all I've ever wanted in the world...to be loved like crazy, to be told they just know they love me...to not need years of dating (well...the ten years of off and on not included)

I knew this would happen...but I hate him for proving me right. I would have loved him forever for proving me wrong. I hate him for making me believe in all my dreams, in all the fairy tale endings...I hate him for making me believe and then taking it away. How could he do this to me? How could he be so malicious? So unfeeling? So uncaring? Why did this happen? How could he be so terrible when I've seen him so pure, so amazing...