You were always there when I needed you. You brought me back, my emotions, and my personality. You knew it all. Everything I feared, and everything I felt. I could tell you anything, but you didn't care. I was too stressful. I was too dramatic. You know, all the drama was caused by you. I loved you. You meant the world to me, and when I was around you and happy, I felt loved. I felt like someone actually cared for me, and I was special and beautiful. I felt just amazing, and I owe that to you. When you kissed me, I didn't want it to end. It felt like I belonged to someone, and that you belonged to me. I hoped for forever, and you said you did. You put on a show, and you couldn't hurt me. But you did so much. You cheated, you lied, you made me cry everyday a couple weeks before we broke up. Yet I put up with you. Because I had fallen. But not anymore. You screwed me over too many times, and it's done. You may say you care. You may say you still love me but we both know that's not true. You never did. We went through so much, and it doesn't even matter anymore. As one of my favorite songs goes, "In the end, it doesn't even matter" I'm done with it and I'm done with you. I'm my old self again, and I'm not complaining about every little thing. I keep it to myself now, and I don't need you anymore. Try and see through me again like you could when you were the cause. You can't, and you know it.