Just when you think you've found "the one".

[blu_gnome118]

There once was a time when I had faith in people. It was a long time ago. There was a short period of time where I thought people could change. I thought people could better themselves and be the person they always aspired to be. I believed all people were capable of honesty even if they weren't the most honest people in the world.
I've been lied to more times than I could count on the fingers of ten thousand hands. I have shut myself off and cried. I have bled. My heart has been broken more times than any human should bear.
I'm not saying this because I want you to feel sorry for me. I'm saying it because it's the truth. I thought I was in love. I thought I had found the one. I was wrong, so very wrong. My one, my only, loves another. It may not be a person he loves but it is something and he loves it far more than he could ever be capable of loving me.
I'm not worth it to him. Am I worth it to anyone? Does it even matter? A part of me has always preferred being alone. It's safer that way. No one can break my heart,lie to me, cheat on me, love something else above me. Being alone may be the perfect option. Then, I wouldn't have to deal with mankind's inadequacies. My heart would never be broken. No one could lie to me because I wouldn't let them into my heart so they could.
My goal in life has always been and will always be to help people. Look where it got me. It got me used. It got me stepped on. I feel ashamed for letting it go on this long. He will never know just how much I always think about him or how I would go to extreme lengths to see that he never gets hurt.
I think it's time to give up. He obviously does not care. That being said, why should I care?