I loved you, since the beginning. Ever since I laid my eyes on you. You had me. I couldn’t tell whether it was you beautiful smile, your amazing eyes, or your alluring personality. I would look at you and just smile for no reason. You were the definition of beauty. You were on my mind every second of every minute of every hour of every day. You made we want to be a better man, a better person. I could see myself changing for you & I absolutely loved it.

I loved you, even when we got in our first fight. I still saw your beauty even when you yelled and me at the top of your lungs. Even when you were mad for no reason. Your attitude changed so quickly. You went from love to hate in less than a second. I found myself apologizing for things that I didn’t even do. You had me scrambling to make it up to you. Through all of that I still loved you.

I loved you, even when it was hard. Even when my friends warned me about you. I refused to listen to anyone that told me anything imperfect about you. Another guy? No she wouldn’t do that. But in the back of my mind I knew it was true. I opened my eyes to see who you truly were. You had me trapped. You were my everything, but at the same time you were all of my problems. I loved you so much. Through the good and the bad. I loved you, until I finally realized you didn’t love me.

I stopped loving you. It was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. I had to forget about the beautiful smile, those amazing eyes, and that alluring personality. It was horrible knowing we would never be again. I put all of my love into you and for what? I was so angry. My veins were filled with rage. Why? I constantly asked myself. Days pasted without a smile on my face. Then it came to me. I slowly came to realize all I was doing was loving you. I was missing the most important thing in my life. I needed to love myself.