I tried to. I thought she and I were cut from the same cloth. But I was just a rag altogether. it was not love, she didn't love me. For a moment, I thought she would. She told me she would think about it. That she's never connected with someone before, and that she was scared of the potential I would give her. I think she's a self saboteur. Just like me, the only difference is I had hope in love, while she already lost hers. She told me she was in a dysfunctional, safe cuddle buddy relationship with her current. I thought I could save her, give her more. I didn't know she was seeing somebody until later. But it doesn't matter. Because I've become a little more like her. Guarded and unwilling to love. And I find comfort in that now. I'm okay with being alone again.