I loved her so much.
She said she loved me.
But now as I think...
Did she?
I gave her presents.
I gave her someone to talk to.
I wrote her poems.
I trusted her with everything.
And yet she gave me nothing.
She lied.
She was never there for me.
Why, I used to think, what did I do wrong?
Nothing.
I did nothing wrong.
She was the problem.