I dated someone awhile ago and I loved her as my best friend, she always made me laugh, made me cry, she was such a talented artist, she had awesome music/movie tastes, strongest woman I know, and she was so generous and loving. I loved her family and my family loved her. The first woman I dated and fell in love with. I planned on spending the rest of my life with her. She never told me completely, but she just one day no longer loved me and just left. I remember looking her in the eyes, the one person I would have done anything for, and she said I just pissed her off she didn’t know why and she wouldn’t try anymore to fight to be with me because I was the selfish one. That was the most painful to hear from someone that I loved more than myself. I haven’t heard from her since. I don’t hate her, I could never understand the pain she went through, but she may never know just how much of a scar she has left. So yes, I have been in love. I just don’t know if I can handle that again, I don’t trust people the same anymore. I will probably not date for a very long time, I will never know what really happened and that is the most fucked up part.