It wasn't healthy, but I wouldn't dare leave. It was kind of like being trapped in a glass box, one a mime would be portrayed in. Inside this box, there was you and me. Little to no space, little to no air. You convinced me I could do no better, that there was nothing better out there, only you. So, I stayed. It was perfect for a few months, until I felt like I was being suffocated. You were like an overprotective parent. One who couldn't let their children out of their sight.

Okay, I said perfect, but that was my only perception of perfect, I wasn't use to guys even looking my way, much less saying they were "in love with me". I'm not one to given in so easily, but there was just something about you I fell for. I tell myself now, it was all of the lies you told me every day.

I stayed because you manipulated me. You told me if I left then you'd do this and you'd do that, but what about me? What about my happiness. My friends, my teachers, they begged me to leave. They prayed with me. They told me if I didn't leave now and I got stuck forever, what would I do?

I stayed because I thought that was what love was. Us fighting everyday. You cheating on me, then me forgiving you every time. Even though every time I gave in, my heart gave up.

I stayed because I was convinced I would never find someone to love me as much as you did. Now although you were a jerk, I know you loved me. You just didn't know how to show it.

Sometimes love is shown in different ways, but I laid in bed every night and wondered was this the love I deserved?

Remember how I said, my teachers prayed with me? People continued to tell me if I don't get out now, where will I be at in 10 years? Exactly where my mom was.

Now, now, now, I can't just act like you were all bad. You did things for me that no one ever will again, I'm sure. We both did things wrong, and it wasn't healthy. But I stayed...