It was the day after the BBMAs. Camila wasn't feeling well. Left alone in her hotel room, she was wearing out the carpet. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Camila chanted to herself as she walked in circles around her hotel room. Ever since she saw the latest post from the person who she will no longer name, she had been overcome with emotions. She had been miserable and angry and confused. "I love you." Three meaningless words until you string them together. Three words that can make you whole. Three words that can break you apart. And in her case, it was the latter.