there was a person i texted with for months before meeting them because of distance. everyday. lengthy conversations often. i thought i meant something to them and greatly looked forward to meeting, it was wonderful when i did except for the part where they weren't interested in me romantically. we still texted everyday. i don't know why they did that just as i don't know why i kept replying. things happened, we stopped talking. i can't help but feel stupid and used. stupid for knowing better, used for that they never cared. you live and you learn but some bruises are worse than others. at least the rain is beautiful, healing.