From the first time we spoke, I felt the spark. By then end of the year it was a full on bonfire. You dated outside your race, I find that disgusting and vile. But I didn’t care, I loved you too much to care. You denied me. Told me no, you don’t love me and said I don’t love you. I left your life hurt, a broken heart in hand. Months later you reached out, I answered. I still loved you so much I didn’t care how you hurt me. You taunted me about sex and relationships. I left again and vowed not to let you hurt me a third time, even though I still loved you unconditionally. I stayed gone from your life, even in my depression of loneliness, things got better. You reached out again, like a fool I answered. How quickly I fell back into your charm. You suggested we get married. A joke to you, a dream come true for me. I agreed enthusiastically, overwhelmed with joy. Then you say you’re marrying someone else. And the doubt crept in. I ignored it, and tried to remain hopeful, then you remind me of your other plans. I let my feelings of betrayal be known, you downplay it as a joke. My heart can’t take anymore. I loved you at one point, I still do now. For my own heart, I’ll force myself to forget you. Three strikes, and you’re out.