You didn’t love her. You just didn’t want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was good for your ego. Or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn’t love her, because you don’t destroy the person that you love.
OK, maybe it wasn't all so bad:
Why is this labeled as a teenager problem? Is there a point in the future when I can expect to enjoy waking up to an alarm clock?