Sometimes I wonder why I let u get away, knowing you were the only thing that made me truly happy. You made the days seem like there wasn’t enough time. Time I needed to be next to you. You were treated like no women ever should be. I ignored your feelings and let mine define me. All except the one I should have, my love for you. A love I was afraid of and not ready for. At the end of every day I ask myself “why?” and I have no answer. I hope that in my pain you learned to never be taken advantage of, because I know and I hope the lucky man who mends ur broken heart knows that you are worth more then that, Worth more then my love could be. So I ask myself…. was it love at all?