You could only love a part of me. You took my hand, showed me the world, walked away and expected me to be fine. Wrapped your arms around me, told me that you loved me, then kissed someone else’s neck the very next day. You told me that you loved me even though you couldn’t, even though you didn’t. Then you expected me to wait for you, but to wait for something that may never arrive will only drive you crazy inside. You loved me when you pleased. You loved me when it suited you best. You told me that I was all you could ever want and need. You told me that you could not live without me. It was evident that you could. You lied and you lied and you lied again. And worst of all, I believed you. I waited for you. I loved you.