All of us have these ideas in our head about what it means to fall in love. We want the kind of love that we pictured since we were kids that we thought about and then over thought about. However, the thing is, when we meet the right person, or at least the one we want to believe is the right one, we do not really have a choice.

We are in it no matter what our head tells us, no matter how unrealistic or silly it might seem to everyone else. We are just so sure of it.

That is how you were to me.

You knew what to say to me to make me believe in you. You knew what I wanted to hear, all of the things I was scared of you, you made me forget all of that. You made me finally open up. I finally let all of my walls come falling down. It was not for myself. It was for you. I thought that just for once that I got it right. I was not making that up.

You had my heart. For a really long time, I thought that it was safe with you.

It was a slow letdown. I kept holding on. Whatever the reason it may be, it made the most sense to me at the time. I was sure that if I just stuck it out, you could see that I was the one for you.

I was so wrong.

It did not take too long to understand that I meant very little to you. That I was just your stand-in, someone to keep a place warm for whoever or whatever was coming next.

I was someone to tell your problems to. Someone who would be there when you needed them and disappear when it no longer benefited you. I want you to know how awful that makes someone feel. How awful it made me feel. I did not lose myself in loving you, wanting you, as much as I lost the ability to think that I was good enough for anyone else.

You drained me. You made promises that you had no intention of keeping. You made me smile, but you made me cry more. You made me feel so little that I thought that I could not feel whole unless you were right beside me.

I never stood a chance. You never wanted to get close to my heart or my mind. You never wanted me to stay. You never wanted me to get attached. I could blame myself for falling too hard and too fast.

Most of the blame lies with you. For giving me less than what I deserve. For not thanking me for being there when I did not have to. Mostly, I blame you for me think that somehow I would be good enough.

You were always looking at the other direction. You did not even love me. I do not think you have any idea the that you are breaking me too.

I want you to know one important thing. You were in it for me. You were the last person that I gave myself to without getting anything in return. You are the last mistake that I make.

I could have loved you, and we would have been great.

But it takes two people to do that. Thanks to you, I am free to walk the other way.