____________________________________________________________________________________ I don't think you really know who you are, until you lose who you are. You don't know pain until that one person pulls the pin from the grenade, leaving you to stand alone in the battlefield. You don't know who you love until that source of your happiness leaves you weak and withering in agony. He loved me. He loved me so much that he forgot to hate himself.He was so busy putting me before everyone else that he didn't notice the storm inside of him, that was slowly breaking through. He brought me back to life. He was the rain that nourished me and masked my heart in green once again. He promised me that he would get better, and he did. He really did. And then, something shifted. It changed him, and hurt him. but it also hurt me and changed me as well. He took every ounce of passion and respect i had for myself and crushed it under his boot. He hit me. Right where i was weak, and i don't think iv'e ever felt pain the way he left my wound. He damaged the person i was, He changed and manipulated me into the kind of person that i am now, He wrecked the person that i was supposed to be. But all that pain, The tears, The lies, The pain. i would do it all over again just to feel his love again. ____________________________________________________________________________________All Rights Reserved