When I met you I never expect things to go the way they did. I never expected to feel the way I did. I never thought you would hurt me, you were not supposed to be that guy. I never imagined walking around with my head down and my heart bandaged up, hiding from you, avoiding you. I never thought it would be like that.

Hearing your voice down the hall had me shaking at my desk at work. Praying that you didn’t come any closer so that you didn’t see me like this, while hoping no one noticed me breaking into a sweat.

Having your name show up on my phone after weeks of not seeing it there, had my heart racing. Part of me did not even want to open up your message, but curiosity got the best of me, just as it had always done.

I don’t understand why our interactions have to be on your terms. Why every conversation now only starts because of you, despite me doing my best to ignore you.

Things used to be so easy between us. We could sit for hours talking about so many different things, and even crack jokes about each other. Now we can barely say hello.

I can barely be in the same room as you without wanting to scream “Why? Why do you do the things you do? Why did you break your promises? Why did you break me?”

I have spent so many months trying to find all of the shattered pieces of my heart, putting them back together. The pieces were sharp and jagged, I tried to smooth the edges so they could fit, and when you broke my heart broke again, it wouldn't be as bad.

But you know what, I am stronger because you pushed me so far, and yeah, maybe I have broke, and I might still be broken, but they say when a bone breaks, it is stronger when it heals.

I may not be completely healed yet, but it takes a while to regain all that strength once someone takes it away, someone you never thought would.

I am taking back all that you took away from me. It never should have been yours to have in the first place, but I gave it to you anyway. But I am taking it back, I am taking it all back. Day by day, piece by piece.