Impressions from a recovering heartbreak

As day passes there's not one I don't thing about him
And each and every time it hurts
As if I got my heart squeezed
Life goes on with the mission to let go of what was never meant to be
It's a mix of love, melancholy, nostalgy, disappontment, disillusion, longing and the certainty I lost. No matter how hard I had tried, nothing would make him love me, nothing could bring him closer to me.
I became someone else, I think I'll never be able to give myself that way again, for I'm still shattered and picking up the small pieces that was left from this. I'm afraid I will never be able to forget him. I don't think I can trust anymore.
I remembered it was all unknown to me, but it was this great feeling, he seemed to bring me peace from what he apparently felt and I felt safe, so I closed my eyes and threw myself, without measuring the consequences. What could go wrong in something so pure? Well, everything.
I blame myself for trusting, believing and daydreaming too much, how could I. He was the one, I wasn't.
The thought of him brings me longing and emptyness. Tears come to my eyes everytime somebody ask me about him and the thought of him is a constant presence. There's a void in my heart that I can't refill. I will never understand why I love him.