8 months.
That's how long it lasted.
It was..... Ok.
I did love her.
Did.
There's that word again.
Did.
It lasted for 8 months.
There was love.
Was.
At one point anyway.

When did the hate begin and the love end?
Oh.
Yea. That's right.
When she came in.
Heh. Now that I look at it, everything turned out for the best.
Despite the scars on my wrist.
The physical scars people see.
Then there's the emotional scars.
Those scars have yet to heal.
No one ever sees them.
Not unless they care.
Not unless they're her.

I found someone who I truly can be with.
Who I can be myself with.
Who loves me for me.
Who cares about me like no one else.
And I am glad.
I love her.
Real love.
Not puppy dog love.
Or attempt at love like before.

No!
This is real love.
And truly.
Oh, so, truly.
I am happy.
Happier than ever.
And I have her to thank.
So I say it with the last words of this, poem?
Nah.
Not a poem.
Or, is it?
I am not sure anymore.
But whatever the case, I only have this to say.
Thank you.
From the whole of my heart, thank you,
Allison. <3<3<3<3<3