I was in love once. Like actually, truly in love. Then the night came to where I had to watch my grandfather choke to death on my kitchen floor. I broke. Quit talking to everyone an the boy I love thought I betrayed him. So I broke not only his heart but I also broke what was left of mine by leaving him so he could have someone worth having. So don't call me selfish because I gave up the one thing I had left to love for.