I just loved him so much and I didn’t realise it before he left me. My world just collapsed and everything stopped in front of me.

“I don’t think we’re meant for each other,” he said and looked at me. “Cant we just be friends?”

“What do you mean?” I said simply.

“What I mean? Don’t you know! You aren’t serious enough, you just take me for granted,” he yelled and I could see that he was getting real mad. “You don’t care about anything, not even me, so why should we still be together?”

“I do care about you,” I whispered.

“Well, you don’t show that often,” he said. “Cant we just be friends?”

It didn’t hurt when he asked. I couldn’t feel anything and I just simply answered yes. He seemed relieved and started to walk down the street. I went back home and I went to bed at once.

I woke up early the next morning and took my phone from the night table and started texting him. Suddenly I remembered that we were only friends, nothing else.

The days passed by and I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. It didn’t feel right at all, I thought I would have more freedom now that he was gone, but I was wrong. It turned out that freedom was nothing but missing him and what he did for me. He really loved me, but I just tossed it. How stupid could I be?

But it is too late now, what can I do when he only wants to a friend?