he sucks

There's a song: Soulmate by Natasha Bedingfield. It has a line that goes: "Who doesn't long for someone to hold, who knows how to love you without being told."

Once upon a time, I felt like I had that someone. That time was long ago. I felt so loved. It felt like a dream. Now, he always has to be told. I know he's capable. That he can love me and be dear to me. And it happens, it does. But you can put your money on when I'm down, he won't come through. You'll make millions.

So he has to be told. What does that mean? That he doesn't love me. He fell out of it. I can list a million reasons why. I am not for him. It's plain. It's simple.

The truth is I do not want that truth. I want him. I love him. I adore him.

Sucks I'm going to be alone. Sucks happiness won't come, not from him.

I really wish this wasn't the truth.