I loved a girl once and I’d do anything for her. I’d listen to her for hours, I’d wake up in the middle of the night just do check if she’s okay, I’d make her feel loved, I’d make her feel safe about me and show that I’m hers and no one else’s. I’d be with her even when she freaks out, I’d say that everything is ok, it’s ok to freak out sometimes. I’d prove that I’ll be with her besides anything and I’d never leave her. I’d love her with all of me. And I did it all; then I realized that loving her would cost myself because I’d anything for her and she wouldn’t move a finger for me. I never experienced a greater pain than the pain of loving and not being loved back and well, it hurts like hell. Good news, I’m feeling whole now. I decided to keep this love for someone who deserves it. Perhaps one day I’ll find someone that would do the same for me. Just perhaps.