In June of 2009, I found the best girl in the world. The moment I met her there was an instant connection. It was at a summer camp. After a little less than a week, we started dating. The resulting relationship was pretty much the best thing that ever happened to me. She was strong, intelligent, tomboyish, pretty. I was introverted, easily put off, afraid to try new things. We told each other everything. I found out she had depression and had started cutting. I helped her through it every time, though I ended up self harming myself in the process. I stayed up late, as late as 4am, to talk her down when she was going to commit suicide. She has told me I saved her life. Long story short, we're several states apart. She ended going to a boarding school. We had a few issues, especially over people she met there. Then, after a year and a half, she dumped me for another guy. Nine months later, it doesn't even hurt less in the slightest. She wants me to be her friend, and I try, but it's hard. I know I'll never get her back, but I'm still pining and wishing that one day she'll want me again. I feel like I can't love again, and indeed I haven't had even the slightest crush on a girl since she left me. Pretty pathetic, right?