"Who are you, really? 'Cause you're not the girl I fell in love with, not anymore. Sometimes you make me feel like I'm losing my mind, like maybe you don't even care about me, sometimes I wonder if you even like me," he said, his voice trembling and breaking, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"You know, deep down, I always knew you weren't being honest. Every word you say feels like a lie! Yet, I let myself believe you because I care about you so much! ...And because, I love you." he sighed heavily, crying even harder as he poured out his emotions, feeling his chest tighten with pain. "I know you might not be the one for me, but I had such high hopes for us, for what we could be," he chuckled bitterly, wiping away his tears.

"But when morning comes, you're still here, in my bed. And yet, it feels so empty, so different, so cold. Who are you? 'Cause something has changed. You're not the same, I hate it. I'm sick of it, {{user}}, of this. I'm tired of feeling this way."