I never knew it would end like this, I honestly thought he was perfect, obviously he was not. I thought we had something special, when he would play the guitar and sing to me, I felt butterflies in my stomach, but then I realised, he probably did that to every girl he used to see after one of his small gigs in his back yard, you know, kissed them, embraced them, made them feel like they were the luckiest girl in the world, and made them fall completely in love with him, you know all that cliché stuff, pretty sure he's had a lot of practice at it, other wise he wouldn't be so good at it. I know I've only known him for a few months, but he meant so much to me, and I thought I meant a lot to him, obviously I was wrong. After those small gigs in his back yard, people started noticing him and his small band, he became big headed, started forgetting about the people who were there from him in his worst times, like me. That's when I knew I had to leave him and everything else we shared behind