And he shattered it to pieces.

He wouldn’t let go of his girls.

I was his first girl.

And that’s what tore us apart.

I was glad we were brought together.

He broke up with me.

But he broke up with me.

He said he couldn’t forget her.

He said he needed some space.

So he went to her.

So he went to another.

But he wasn’t happy.

But he wasn’t happy.

So he came back to me.

So he came back to me.

He asked if he could court me again.

He asked if I could love him again.

I said yes.

I said no.

I loved him that much.

He hurt me that much.

And then I thought about it.

I couldn’t think straight anymore.

She probably didn’t take him back.

I didn’t take him back.

I confronted him with it.

I have to confront that reality.

He said he chose me over her.

I chose myself over him.

There shouldn’t have been that choice to make.

There was always that choice to make.

So I broke up with him.

Now I’m rebuilding my broken self.

He’s out of my life.

He’s out of my life.

And I feel terrible.

And I feel great.

I hate him.

I love me.