Out of every single guy, I’d think I got the right one. After a year of talking to him and purely getting to know him, I’d think I got the right one. After being the one I could always turn to and tell everything, I’d think I got the right one. After opening myself up to him and he was doing the same, I’d think I got the right one. After countless days and countless hours of non-stop talking to each other, I’d think I got the right one. After making promises to each other and committing to those promises like that, I’d think I got the right one. After we got to the point where we been able to be each other’s best friend, love and appreciate one another for being there though our toughest times, I’d think I got the right one. But now I’m just feeling dumb, stupid, hurt, lied to and I thought I got the right one. But maybe I did… or didn’t. But again, I don’t wanna sit here and lie to myself saying what I see isn’t true. But sadly, it is and there’s not much I can do about it. So, what now?
(Source: simplyevanne)