Hey there hearters.

I was listening to Troye Sivan's The good side, and suddenly I bursted out crying, thinking of someone I've lost recently.

He's a guy Someone that I showed the side of me that I rarely show to anyone, someone I showed the real me and he accepted it and loved it.
I wouldn't call what happened between us love, but It was something, something I felt so strongly that I couldn't bear the thought of losing it.

I've never really came out as a bisexual. It was something I had trouble accepting even. But I couldn't let any of my friends know about it. And then, he came into my life and I shared my experiences with girls with him, and he told me "It's who you are, you should embrace it. And this will not change the feelings I have for you, whether you like boys or girls or both, I don't care."

He was there for me whenever I needed a shoulder to cry on, or someone to complain about life to. He was just there. He'd hold me so tight against his embrace and I'd feel his warmth and just forget everything.

He was the person that made me love being who I am, that made me realise that being different is good. He believed in me, before I even believe in myself.

He made me the happiest I've ever been. He'd play the guitar for me at night or we'd sing together. And do all sort of weird things together.

I cared about him so much. So much that even the thought of it now hurts. But. We were never meant to be. We weren't born for each other.

I may have had the best experience in my life, I may have met the person in my life. But, we werent for each other. It was all too good to be true.

He was the best person I've ever met. But I've lost him. We'd still say hello to each other, but we're distant now. Things can't go back to the way it was. It wasn't my fault, but I keep blaming myself. Because if I cared a little more. If I held onto him, I wouldn't have lost him, would I?

This is basically me writing down my feelings, as if I'm in a diary. Lol.