People assume that she left me. She didn't. The difference is, I meant every word I said. That there was nobody for me but her. Every word that dripped the promises of forever. That I would love her forever. I meant it. And she tells me she loves me and wants to be with me forever. But she doesn't trust me. Yet, we talk every day, hours at a time. About everything. All day long. Still, no trust. She invaded my privacy, but I broke her heart. So in the end, I'm the one that suffers because in a twisted way, I need her so I'm ok. And she's perfectly fine without me. But do I have time on my hands? This girlfriend that she's got, whom she's never met, that's 15 and she's almost 17, and they've been together about two months. Where as, we were together for so long. She once told me that she never told California that she loved her. She lied. And the sick part is that I can't imagine life without her. I don't want to. I'm a zombie, a regular member of the living dead when we aren't on speaking terms. I don't eat, I don't sleep...I'm in too many pieces to function. And she's just fine without me. Won't be with me, but doesn't want me to be with other people. Anybody seeing the selfishness here?