You held my hand, kissed my nose, and stole my heart. Quoted my favorite book, without knowing how much I loved it, and spent six months making me believe that you truly cared. You took my innocence, and I let you. I gave you everything. Every little part of me, and I will never have that back. Every moment spent with you was a moment I genuinely loved, and a moment I will never forget. I was lost in the black hole of love. You pulled me in, and did not let me go, even though you did not want me. I loved you with everything in me. You did not love me at all.

It has been two years and I still cannot understand why you would treat me the way you did. Why would you be so good to me? Why would you act like you cared, if you truly did not? Did you only want sex from me? Of course that is all you wanted. You used me. You took what you wanted, and left the rest. You left the rest broken into pieces, you shattered my heart into a million pieces, and did not pick them up, and put it back together. I was broken, and you were whole.

I want you to know that I am not longer broken. It took me several months, thousands of ignored texts messages, and countless nights of crying myself to sleep, but without your help I put myself back together. I picked up every single piece of my heart, held my head, and got over you. Finally. I am okay now, and I realize that even though you hurt me, you helped me as well.

You gave me six months of happiness that I had never experienced. You gave me adventure, freedom, love, and life. I want to thank you for those months of happiness, the feeling of first love, and even the heartbreak. You made me realize that I am worth so much more than the college football player who took my virginity. I am worth more than the boy who used me, and pretended to care. You made me find myself, and decide not to settle for anything less than I deserve.

You made me strong.

"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”-Psalms 147:3