I don't need your pity. You don't need to stand there and ask what's wrong when you see tears falling, Just because you are scared of what I might do. I don't need anyone to worry about me.

To whoever takes this challenge: If you are reading this then that means that two things happened. One you let me into your heeart. And Second I let you in mine. Everything happens for a reason. We met sometime on a day when the time was right. Everything that followed that day was meant to happen. I once swore to  myself I would never let anyone get close to me. But then I met someone who I thought was perfect for me. Things didn't work out but in the end I have walked away stronger then I had been. I had learned how to love. How to care about another human as much and at times more than I loved myself. And as for that man he will always have a special place in my heart. His name may be brought up a few times from here and then, But I will do my best to not compare. The moment I let you in my heart, Is the very second I promise to never intentionally hurt you. I promise to give you the love you need and deserve. I will not worry about what will happen in the future. I will take each day as it comes. Enjoy every minute I get to spend with you. Never take for granted the fact that I have you in my life.

It's been less than a day but it's been on my mind and it feels like the hate is eating me alive. So I have to get this out, I don't care what you think, You obviously aren't thinking of my feelings, so why should I even care about yours. If you were so afraid of what I thought about it, Then why'd you call him so quick, Not bothering to talk to me yourself, You used someone to speak your concern. Everyone already knows what's going to happen. He's going to be another notch on your bed post, then you'll run home to the man you say you love but aren't sure if you want to be with. You are selfish in so many ways, this just proves my theory right. I hope you have fun with the one I saw first, just remember what goes around comes around. So when you feel a stab in your back Don't come crying to me, Although I'll understand the feeling, I'll have no sympathy for your sob story.

The truth was contained in a jar I had placed on the shelf. Everyday I saw it there, sitting patiently on the shelf, Waiting for the day for me to open it and set it free. I could see its ugliness through the thin glass. Thoughts of throwing it away came often, But I never found the courage to dispose of it. Even if I had, I knew it existed, And that alone caused me more pain than knowing its contents. At least, thats what I had thought. Nothing could have prepared me for the truth.