I still wonder about what we could have been. The potential we possessed to have this marked the craziest love story. I often ponder upon my thoughts of why. Just why? Was I not good enough? Was I that worthless that you had to force yourself to do something so cruel, so heart breaking, to make me push you away, thus resulting in what you want? Being parted from me? Because I promise you I have never wanted anything more than being parted. From. You. The one person I thought captured my aching heart and would keep it was the person who was the cause of my only aching heart, and threw it away. But I guess that's life. I just hope where ever you are, you're happy and you're proud of what you've done to me. I really hope you are proud of what you have done. I will never ever truly love again.