Sometimes, when you're in love with someone, nothing they say can be wrong, right?

My FP and I have had a really strained relationship for a few months and I've been doing everything within my power to fix it but there's only so much I can do when I'm falling into a depressive episode every other day. Basically they started leaving all my messages on read and I started having such bad panic attacks because I was sure they hated me. I managed to find them in person and ask them what was going on and they basically told me that they're uncomfortable around me and need some space...and then proceeded to eventually say anything and everything about me short from calling me an awful human being. And even though logically I know that not all the fault lies with me, my heart believes them. And believe me, I know that I'm not perfect. I'm not trying to be. But a relationship should be a two-way street, right?

But I guess that only works when the other person actually wants to have some kind of relationship with you. 

I essentially told them that I couldn't go on like that. I couldn't keep starving to death and surviving on the mere crumb of hope that maybe they would finally text me back, that this was all a misunderstanding, that they don't actually hate me. But they do, and now I'm broken.