I replayed the moments in my head until I got a headache from thinking of every possible reason you could've thought what you did was okay. I remember the first time I realized I was falling for you. I told my best friend and she warned me to be careful. She told me that something was different about you and she wasn't sure whether or not it was good or bad. I didn't listen. Hell, I was falling in love again and this time I was being loved back. At least that's what I thought. I remember when I was absolutely positive that I found the guy I was supposed to be with. You could sing, play a hell of a lot of instruments, and you had every other thing I could possibly wish for in my knight in shining armor. I was finally happy again. When everything turned to shit, I was still happy because I had you to make it all better. But then I also remember the first you told me we couldn't do this. Age, distance, everything in between. All odds were against us. I was love struck and I believed that God had this in place. I believed that he was just testing us to see how far our love could go. Not just 3,700 miles, but testing all obstacles he could throw our way. And then I remember you told me to leave. You told me to, "please go" and "never come back". You pushed me away faster than I could even try to pull for you. I found out that not only was I being left behind for someone else, but the entire time you told me you loved me, you were telling the same thing to two other girls that probably thought the same thing I did.
