I don’t want to go through this again, feeling the tears slide down my cheeks. How else can I cope with this knife in my heart that I’ve felt for years, not weeks? I’ve tried to forget all the memories inside, the ones that you knowingly put there. I curse the tapes when they replay us, and a time that I believed that you cared. The anticipation I felt at being with you was like nothing I’d felt before. I remember your smile, the looks you gave; touched me and made my heart soar. As I contemplate the whys, and the “what did I dos?” I can’t help think it was me. If I’d loved you more, or looked different, then maybe you’d love and you’d see… My tenacity was nothing short of amazing, and you’d never known loyalty so deep. Instead you tossed it away in the garbage, you must have thought my love was cheap. My solace in losing your love is, now I’ll find someone who will cherish my heart. The lesson I’ve learned is that I am worthy, and my soul is unique; a work of art. One day I’ll stop and realize that I haven’t missed you for a while. That day I’ll know that I truly am free, and instead of tears falling, I’ll smile.