He left without a word

I met a boy who is a writer, too. We are both writer. We exhanged phone numbers and started to  make calls and texting each other.

As the time goes by, I fell in love in his words, about the story he wrote, which is the story when he first met me.

I was a fool because after those sleepless nights in chatting with him, after those sweet messages and great feeling in my heart, he left. Left me without a word. It hurts.

But despite of the fact that he left me, I still love him. I am a fool, really. I'm still assumes that one day, he will pop out of nowhere and approaches me and he will say to me that he still loves me and he wants me back, he wants us to be back again.

But this is only assuming. And assuming can sometimes hurt you. To the fullest.