Well I now have proof that this isn't the way forward. I chose to be kind and uplifting, supportive and loving. And he pulled away because it turns out he had a friend in his ear telling him all the bad stuff about BPD. But I fell for him. He became my fp. But it was too late. I had tried too hard to love. Too hard to show I cared. I turned him against me and now he hates me. It has turned a group against me who I thought were my friends because his delightful friend tried to protect him from me, by creating a massive ridiculous accusation and told them all. So now I've had to spill the whole story and all the embarrassing information of how he got too close and freaked out to his friends. But he hates me and never wants to talk to me again. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to go on. I chose love and it gave me hate. How am I meant to believe that anything is possible anymore. My life has been a waste.