She always told me I'm the one to blame, and she needed more attention.

She wanted a child as well. Its not like I didn't want one with her. I mean, I did. I truly wanted a baby with her and I loved her more than anything in the world, but I just wasn't ready.

I know love is hard, it's not meant to be easy. But I thought maybe this one time with her, it'd be easy.

She told me to leave for a while so I had to disconnect to keep my heart safe. The only way I was coping without her was taking all these drugs to make it feel like she was actually here, and she actually loved me as much as I love her.

She always told people that we were just friends. And it hurt, a lot. I still don't understand why I hung on for so long.

She didn't really love me. She loved the idea of being with me. Someone who was there for her, but she was never there for me.

Loving her was like heart ache. And my heart kept aching for her. And soon I was left with a broken heart, and you know when you have a broken heart everyone leaves.

She always told me not to fall in love with her, it never means anything for her. But just this once I wanted it to mean something to her.

But it didn't.

And I'm left all alone with a broken heart.