My Taboo Words

It was yesterday evening when he said these things. But it only got me now, while I was remembering how great it was to be near him.
We, people, may all be genuine idiots, but there are times when you ought to think about what you say.
The thing is that he said that my writing is not that great. He was asked by his mum after I told her that it's one of my hobbies to write stories.
I am utterly confused because I have never taken any critics to heart that much. But this time I just feel strangely. It was like rain over my world because in the end my writing is me, it represents my soul and my life. And, being soaked through with cold water that my lover has thrown at me, I am sad.
I may be exaggerating a little bit. It has to be the change of the weather that makes me feel the way I do, and the beginning of sore throat, too.
But it seems that some part of me, one of my most treasured and beautiful sides, will be lost for him. I do not want to say that my beloved should not criticize me. I just guess that relationships are not only about telling the truth, but the way you tell it in the most supporting way you can. Did he try his best? Did he think that it was so meaningful and could hurt me? Who knows.
I really want a person near me, who'll tell me I am capable of things and can become even better. Myself is not enough (I sometimes act the opposite way) and the nearest person to me is not that supportive all the time.
This kind of thoughts makes me feel lonely again.