I love him. He loves me. I know he is the one. The one I want to spend the rest of my life with. But I chose to break his heart. I have my own reasons. Until one day, I suddenly wake up! Realizing I still want him. I love him still. But he is now with somebody's arms. And He chose to break my heart. It's all happening again, but this time, I'm at the bottom of the game.