Réalité stupide

As time continues moving on, more and more flashbacks make me realize, I was a fool to trust in the wrong person. Imperfections that I chose not to see in him before, begin to pop in my head, helping me realize that he never love me, he doesn't love anybody and the more my heart tells me to look for him, the more my head tells me he is not worth it. Now I know what his roomate meant when he said Patrick was just like his roomate, you can give them a million dollars in pennies and he would still complain that it was in pennies. I never wanted to think this way of anybody, specially of someone who I let into my heart, but the actions prove that in reality Patrick is a sad, miserable person. He once said that I like being miserable, and I guess he could recognize one, being one himself. He has hurt me enough and just as each day goes by I find myself seeing more and more what he is all about. I need to accept that he does not love me, it was all a montage, that my feelings were never validated or even acknowledge. I won't say it's a pity, because it is what it is and I can't learn for others, each one of us is destined to go through this life facing challenges in order to grow and mature and become wiser.