First he was everything. The love of my life. My favorite person in the world.

Then he was the one that got away. He was a missing puzzle piece in my heart. A painful and unexpected wound that tore my soul to pieces.

Then he was an enemy. The villain of my story. Stuck forever in a place of anger and resentment.

Then he was less significant. A memory. Something to learn from. Some sort of lesson.

Then he was the past. Something that happened. Not as important as before. Someone I settled for. Something mediocre.

Then he was nothing. A stranger. Then he no longer held a piece of my heart.

And I think it's funny how it works like that.