My heart has been shattered into a billion pieces; it's torn to shreds. I trusted you with my heart. What did you do? You held it close, nurtured it, treated it with kid gloves. Then, you threw it on the ground and stomped all over it. I loved you. You said you loved me. But I now know that it was all a lie. If you truly love me, then you wouldn't have left me because of the distance between us. You would've stayed with me. We would have been together soon enough. But, to you, that didn't matter. You said it hurt to be with me. It hurt me, too, not being able to be held close by you. Money is tight, and the price it would cost to be together would be hard to save up for. That didn't matter to you. I was going to save up my money as soon as I could. My father was going to pay me plenty of money. I didn't tell you. Why? Because I wanted to surprise you. I should have told you before you went and left me like that. When you left me I cried until my tears were dry. I cried until I felt sick to my stomach. Just the thought of you with another girl makes me sick. You were the one I felt comfortable with. You were the one I loved. You were the one I TRUSTED. But NO. I thought I could trust you with my heart. And I did, for three long years. You thought it would be better. For you, maybe. But for me? It was the worst thing you could ever do to me. You shattered and tore my heart into a billion tiny, microscopic pieces that only YOU can piece back together. I hope you're happy. You caused me so much pain, and still continue to do so.