and so, after seven long, beautiful months, he ends it. after he promised not to break my heart only a few weeks before. i feel betrayed. i feel lied to. i feel used. but most of all i feel broken-hearted. i truly loved him. of that i'm sure. and it's hard to know that he once loved me too. i mean, really loved me. but that's all gone, while i'm left with a heavy heart and a longing to call him and tell him about my day. men suck.