my love life...

he asked me to talk, "yes, amor?" I asked. he held both my hands and looked into my eyes. he'd never looked at me like this. "we can't be a thing anymore." he said. "I fell in love with another." he let go of my hands and walked away as if nothing ever happened. he said he was going on a week-long trip. I walked into his hotel room to say goodnight, just to find him in bed, with his head on the pillow and a girl on top. I felt my heart drop to my toes. he said he was too old he said I was too young he said I was a 'bop' he said I was a 'slut' he said he's not interested he said he doesn't wanna hurt my feelings so what is love? am I just gonna get endlessly hurt? is there a point that I just... find love?