He is dead to me and I hate it. I wish I still wanted to fight for this but its already so far gone. In my heart I felt he was the one, so I just let him slip away. If i cry its for my heart, I will never understand the way it works. Its like a child that causes destruction and disobeys its parents. I can tell it what to do but it never listens. It stops me from having something beautiful, it prevents me from finding the peace I know I need.
I am my own worse enemy.