He’s right. I didn’t. I never really loved him.
I loved someone, though, very deeply. I trusted that someone. I loved someone and I loved being loved by someone. I showered someone with my attention and affection. With my charm, warm looks, intelligent conversation and hot sex. But that wasn’t him, it was someone else.
I tried, though. There was a period of 5-8 weeks when I tried so hard to love him. A period where I knew him and I wanted desperately to love him, because I had once loved someone so much and I did not want to lose that.
But that was someone else.
I knew someone else. I loved someone else. I didn’t love him. I didn’t know him.
And once I knew him, I could never love him.