LIfe

You meet someone and you fall in love with them. You love them hard. You love them with everything you have. You mess up. You start to get bad habits. But they help you through those bad times. You finally start to see a future with this person and they promise to love you and to never leave. But you've been hurt so many times you don't believe them. As weeks go by and then months, so many months, you start to trust them. Because you've been through so much together you finally start to believe them. You start to really commit and settle down and realize that you've actually found the right person. And while your stomach is filled with butterflies and you're heart is filled with love, they start to pull away. They start to shut you out. They start to leave. You've fallen so deeply in love with this person so you have decided you will do everything in your power to make them stay. You apologize for things that were not your fault, you change yourself, just a little. Except it wasn't a little and you completely lose yourself over a person who decided they didn't want you anymore. After you've given yourself to this person they toss you aside like everything you shared was nothing. So they leave you broken and then somehow make you feel bad. They make you feel as if it's your fault. But it's not. But no matter what happens between you two, they broke you. And they know that. And then you move on as if what you shared was nothing. In a way I guess it wasn't. The people around you tell you to get over it. Because it's nothing. It's just life. But what they don't see is the times that you cry in your room alone. And you rock on the floor in a corner because it's how you manage. It's how you cope. At one point it just stops being about them. You only cry because you want to take your own life. But that's selfish and stupid right? Over a guy? No. Everything you've been through with that guy. But that's life right? Yeah, I guess it is.