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I spent months talking to him every single night. I told him my secrets and my goals and my dreams and everything that I love and hate about life. He told me his secrets and goals and dreams and everything he loves and hates about life. He was a best friend and everything I would want in a man. Today, I realized that none of that matters or even mattered. Today, I realized he never loved me as much as he loves her. We haven’t talked in 37 days since the night she came home to him. I know him. He loves her. He’ll marry her. I saw him last night and he hugged me and asked how I was. We talked for 5 minutes at the most and then he left. I’ll never be over it. He changed my life and sometimes I wonder if maybe, just for a second, I changed his as well.
