Not only did Jayce Miller break my heart but he left it in shambles. I tried numerous times to move on, but I was always emotionally invested in my memories of him. "You bitch, I hate you, and I never want to see you again!" were his final words to me. And the last thing I remember him doing was storming out the door and slamming it in my face. As I watched him walk away, a tear escaped my eye, and all I could do was whisper his name softly, 'Jayce,' before falling to the ground on both knees, followed by a flood of uncontrollable tears. I never pursued him, and as a result, I have been living my life with regret.