Lament for the broken

No surprise, but I don't tend to get close to people. Misanthropy + introversion= shiny happy fun time! When I do manage to form a bond, though, it's a lasting one. I don't throw the word love around carelessly, using and discarding it on a whim. There's a person in and out of my life (more out than in at the moment) who, much as I don't want to admit it and wish it wasn't the case, has left me shattered. He probably doesn't realize what he's doing, but that would be because he doesn't want to realize it. He's a coward, unfortunately. He'd rather fit in than really be happy. I'd rather be happy. Guess no one wins.