My legs carried me all the way out of his apartment building before they gave way beneath me. I collapsed against a wall and sunk to the ground, finally letting the tears I’ve been holding back run down my face.

Why? What did I do wrong? Why couldn’t he love me anymore?

He told me I was crazy, but what have I done to make him think that? Nothing I can remember. Even if I was crazy, I don’t think it would have took him three years to realise it.

Maybe he met someone else! And he made up the stuff about me being crazy so he wouldn’t have to admit to cheating on me.

Well, I couldn’t let that happen.

If he wasn’t going to love me, he wasn’t going to love anyone.