A bad person

 he wasn't a bad person.

he just didn't know how to handle a girl like me.

i think he tried, but it felt like we were speaking

different languages and couldn't truly understand

each other. it wasn't that he didn't care. 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 just aren't ready

to handle the depth of someone else's heart, no

matter how much they want to or how hard they

try, some people can only love in the ways they

know, and that might not be enough for someone

else. but that doesn't make them bad. sometimes,

hearts just don't fit, and that's how we learn to find

the ones that do.