July 20th, 2006It might as well be yesterday. I could tell by her voice when she coldly said "We need to talk" exactly what was going to happen. I spent the next two hours curled up in a fetal position clutching the toilet, sobbing and throwing up. She tossed me out like yesterdays newspaper.
I know she never cared for me the way I did for her. I would have given my life just so she could have lived one more day. One more hour.
I never got a reason. I think she just got bored of me. I can't really blame her. She deserves a lot better. The best.
All I ever wanted is for her to be happy, and if she is happier without me, then I am truly grateful she left.
But when you lose something that you would die for, your life changes.