I'm back with I new love and a new broken heart :c

I knew that in that moment all my hopes should be destroyed, but they weren't. They kept living inside me and creating fantasies in my head. The truth is that i felt like I was in some kind of movie were I was the sad girl with the possessed boyfriend who in the end would go back to normal and declare all his love for her.

You know what? I kind of understand him, he hated himself ,just like me (one of the motives of why we get along), so he made an effort and changed himself. But no one likes this new-him. I fell in love with the old-him and the old-him loved me. Now we're nothing, when we could be everything. I'm just being the stupid weirdo I always am... Instead of dealing with the reality I'm just torturing myself with this stupid fantasies.