I thought he loved me. I thought he
saw right through me. I thought I could
trust him. He was in my dreams, in my
mind, and in my heart. We grew so far
apart. I let myself love him. I let myself
go, all for him. When I look back a tear
rolls down my cheek like a raindrop on a
window after a rainy day. I can't help
but to think it was me who tore us apart.
I really trusted him not to hurt me, but
deep in my heart I knew that he would.
I guess that is just how love works. You
give someone your heart and give them the opportunity
to break it but trusting them not to.
