he wasn't a bad person, he just didn't know how to handle a girl like me. i think he tried, but it often felt like we were speaking different languages. we were both talking, but we couldn't really understand each other. it wasn't that he didn't care. i believe he cared in his own way. it was just that the way i needed to be loved, the way i needed to be understood, wasn't something he could easily give. and that's okay. some people can only love in the ways they know, but that doesn't make them bad. sometimes, two hearts just don't match, and that's how we learn to find the ones that do.