Even after all the pain he has put me through, I still love him with my whole heart. It doesn't matter what he does. It's like, no matter how much shit he puts me through, I will always forgive him. I hate it! But I can't change it. Maybe I'm just some lovesick puppy. To me, this love for him is true... I've tried with another, two others to be truthful. And both of them got hurt. Now this new one will get hurt too... There is only room in my heart for one person... and it had to be him who took it... took it and shredded it after he got done playing with it... This is my story on the love that never died.