What Am I Suppose To Think?

You and I started out as total strangers.
We didn't even know each other existed.
We think that how we met was by fate bringing us together.
If it's true fate brought us together,
than it must be true fate tore us apart.

When we met we were just struggling
teenagers trying to get a grip on life.
I struggled with depression, self-harm, and suicide.
You struggled with drug and alcohol addiction.
We were teenagers trying to find ourselves,
but some how we got lost in the crowd.

Soon after we met we became friends.
Things between is were very smooth.
Shortly after we became best friends.
We had so much in common.
We shared our ridiculous humor,
and even shared some of our dark secrets.
Maybe we were going to fast,
or maybe we were going at the right speed,
but before we knew it we were in love.

Love is a strong emotion,
and not just a strong word.
If you're going to say, " I love you" at least mean it.
When I said those three words I meant it with my whole heart.
As quickly as love can come it can go quickly as it came.

Every time I take a look at you
my heart drops
because I know you don't care anymore,
and when I try and reach out to you
you don't reply.
What am I suppose to think of that?