He's not the same anymore. He knows better. He knows that people lie and promises can be broken as easily as they are made. He understands that he might never be loved the way he thinks he deserves to be. He knows he can't change what happened, and that soon time will just run out. There isn't a place for everyone in this world, and it may be time to accept that. He knows you can't always expect people to care, and that the friends he thought might save him, never really stood a chance. He found out that at the end of it all, he is his own best friend.
I somehow always knew, in the back of my mind, in the deepest clutches of my heart, that I'll end up alone. It wasn't because I thought I couldn't be happy with someone else, I just always knew I couldn't survive having it all, then losing it all. They always tell us these stories, of great love and happines. How against all odds, against all reason, two people find each other and they stay together, always and forever. Then, there's my story; the cruellest kind. A story about a boy who keeps falling in love alone. The victim of a one sided affair - a curse unlike any other. It's a story in which the hero ends up dead.
