Why do people cheat? Why am I the one who feels like garbage, when your the one who did it. I was so so so in love with you, no, thats not right I am so completely in love with you that it hurts to breathe. I accept and love you for who you are flaws and all, infact I love you more for your flaws. You obviously don't feel the same way or you wouldn't have done what you did. Part of me begs to forgive you anyways, we can get past it. But the rational part of me knows I need to let you go. I just wish it didn't have to hurt so much. Maybe one day it won't, and I'll be able to crawl out of bed to face the rest of my life, without you. For now I'll myself cry, scream and morn for what I know I've lost, maybe something I never even had. Its okay to not be okay, and right now I am not okay. I'm broken, shattered. Why do I blame myself for this? Why does it make me feel like I just wasn't enough? Just why? Why'd you do it? I'll never have the answers to those questions, and I'll always wonder what if. I'll never get back the pieces of me that died when I lost you. I f%#&**g hate that I love you!