Why?

Well like any other lovesick teenage girl we have our ups and downs of romance. We have our lovers who are sweet to us, then the ones who might not care, but unfortunetly we let them into our love life anyways. But i guess over all I have to admit I hate love, and you want to know why? Its clearly simple why. I Bet I am not the only one in this world that feels my pain and anger toward the same subject. He was my first real relationsionship. He was so simple, but yet complicated. His philosiphy was more so to love others more then yourself. He was perfect, but we all know how it goes when love gets crushed by simple words. And those 6 simple words were one of the worst said in my life:
            " I'm not going to change my mind"

He said it loud and clear, right after valentines day too which sucked. Anyways, I am getting ahead of myself. The relationship started out like most do... if your a girl who is a wrestling manager in highschool ( yay for us :D ). We met eachother in more mutually. It was kinda wierd how things work out like that. Anyways, I met him , started texting him and continued on from there. We ended up deciding to date eachother after staying up pretty late for about a week just talking on the phone.And for the distance we were we kept it pretty long. Like any other relationship it came to an end. Like any other thing in this world, nothing lasts forever. So of course he broke it off leaving me behind sad and different. A different , that knew more the deffintion of pain then ever. I was hurt. I didnt know what went wrong or why he did it, but he did. Thats the way things were.
                So we kept moving on through our lives but the odd thing was, he kept contact with me. He continued to text and call me. It became to a point I had to be the heart breaker. I told him the same 6 words. But of course, the torture of starting to fall in love with him again made me regret it. But he came back just like he always did. Life went on. He got a girl. I got a different guy. But it took me some time to find out, i still was in love. I missed him. I cried every night for weeks, but made life continue. But here I am today. He still calls , still texts, but i know his secrets. I know whats gone on. And the worst pain is knowing forever he is gone, forever will he be that way. But I still just get it. Why? Why would he just walk away?It doesnt make sense. And what hurts even more is he doesnt care. He doesnt get it. No sorries. No nothing. But looking back in the past dont help much, just knowing the hurts gonna go on. But it nothing lasts forever.