December first is when I met you. I can't believe I was so stupid. I fell for you the moment I met you and gave up so much to be with you. My happiness was gone for the longest time and I started to get depressed all the time. At times, I though about killing myself, but what stopped me was the idea that you actually did care about me. The reason I don't know is because I have found people who care about me and love me for the way I am. I may have fell hard, but I get up well. I loved you, but did you ever love me?