I feel like I have been pushed into the dark corners of a closet and have been forgotten. He used to tell me all the time that he loved me and now its like I wasn't ever anything. Now its just her. No, its not that there is someone else that bothers me; I'm happy for them. Its the fact that he so easily forgets that he said he would always love me, that he always had and that nothing would ever change the way he felt about me. Its the fact that even though we both agreed that we are friends, he ignores me, takes me off his friends lists for various things, and other little things like that. Most people would just say ''Its not that big of a deal. Get over it.'' or would say that I am just jealous of them. But I'm not. But to tell you the truth, it hurts that I am so blatently put to the side, so ovbiously ignored and not cared about. I'm sure in the dark recesses of his mind there is the memory of the things he promised me, things he said, things he did. But they are pushed away to the deepest, darkest, dampest places of forgotten memories; memories that are better left alone where they are, and as they are. It hurts to be treated so poorly by the man who claimed to be madly, deeply, and passionatly in love with me. The love that I returned seemed to be accepted, but was it really? Was it a ploy? Did he ever really love me? Or was I just a toy? My heart a plaything until he ripped it out and walked all over it? A pleasant past-time until he got the beautiful girl he really wanted?