I hate the way that I am. I find this kind of sad because I find it so hard to hate a person. Regardless of how many times a person screws me over, I still find a way to see the good in them. There's a part of me that believes good can always be found in a person, no matter how deep you have to dig to find it. And I think this is what messes with me the most. I can be angry, upset, pissed off. Someone can take the very last bit out of me, and I will still look for a reason to ask for them back. I see the good, and I see the bad. But even after I see someone's flaws, I work ten times harder to look for something that makes up for that. And I guess this is why I still look for reasons for him to love me back, even though he is already sharing those words with someone else. I figure that if he is capable of loving someone, then maybe he will realize that he is loving the wrong one. I know now that I fell in love with person he was trying to make me believe that he was, but damn, I miss those parts of him so badly. I know it wasn't love, not even in the slightest sense. But it broke me, so it had to have been something close to it, right?