Yup. I did. This really taught me how low my self-worth really has been. I allowed someone to have total control.

I think it was a game for her. She admitted once that she enjoyed making guys chase her. It was how she bolstered her own self-esteem. I was her blood bag of ego. Whenever she felt bad about herself, she could always count on me to give her a boost. I know that she knew how I felt. And when I told her that I was in love with her, she let a chuckle slip out. It was all a joke to her, and I was the loser for taking her seriously.

Now I have what I fear is irreversible damage. I tried to let time heal it, but there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about her. Even after three fucking years.