Things didn't really seem so off for the first few months. I was madly in love. So madly in love. The way he walked, the way he spoke, the way his arms felt around me, his smell... it was all like home to me. I fell in love, I fell so hard it was like falling from the top of the Empire State Building. It was exactly like that really, because being me I got so caught up in everything as I fell, I didn't realize all my support was gone. And hitting the ground hard tore me up, things got so dark, so hopeless. I refused to admit he broke me, I refused it time after time. It was awful the way I realized it after, how I'd been played and used and now meant nothing. I guess thats how things work for me.
