Jason Collins.
My first and last love.
I was sixteen when I met him.
We met in foster care.
Sometimes its best to just meet someone and stay friends.
He was the only person who knew my past, the only one that cared.
He made me smile, he was my first, first love, first kiss, first everything.
But everything good comes to an end.
I remember the night I told him.
"I'll never leave you." he said.
I believed him.
A year later I caught him cheating.
He blamed me, told me it was all my fault, for being so complicated.
I thought we were endgame.
He told me no one would actually ever love me.
I guess everything he said was a lie.
I wasn't enough for him.
I came with baggage, she didn't.
I don't blame him.
But why get involved when you were warned in the first place?
He ended up finding his family and left.
He told me id never be happy, never to be loved.
He was right.
