That night, all I knew was pain. Like needles piercing my soft skin, tears rolling down my face. Sobs echoed in my room as I thought that I could never be loved again. This is where I found real love.  Kindness in my friend who called me from work and listened to me cry in the bathroom of a  restaurant. Trust in a girl  who was already getting in her car the second she saw my call. And my family who sat with me for hours,  while I tried to figure out what I did to deserve this message. Maybe in another world we could have found  real love together. But in ending  what we had, I realized who I could  truly rely on.