Then love walks out....

He walked out of my life that Saturday night. All of my friends were witness to that. First love hits you hard; cuts deep. He was through, just waiting for me to end it. I had been stuboorn trying to will it to work. I knew when my time with him was up. Officially up anyways. As far as anyone else was concerned, he was a good for nothing, selfish, jerk- and that's how i acted around others. Nobody, except him, saw how I really felt. Pain coursed through every part of my body. I never stopped loving him, even to this day. But I saw what he wanted. And it wasn't me. So I let him go. I had to, what other choice did I have? The pain never goes away, contrary to what people may say, not even with time. It doesn't get easier, and you don't just forget. You learn to hide it. Hide it from yourself, your friends, everyone. But you can't hide forever. Pain catches up.