I’m not mad that you left. I’m only mad about what you said to me –that I’ve had a “negative impact on your life,” when in reality I’m the one person in your life, other than your mother, who has not left you abandoned. I still won’t. If you ever needed me at three o’clock in the morning and had no one, I’d still be there. That’s just how I am, and that won’t ever change. That's what love is, right?

You put me through hell, and you never gave me enough credit for everything I've done to you. And I let you treat me that way; but why? It was like your harsh words were pouring down on me, and I didn’t have an umbrella. I let it rain. I let it pour on me and soak me, and I didn’t even try to take cover. I just let it happen. I let you drown me, and I didn’t even complain. That's what love is, right?

You messed me up and somehow I still loved you. I always will, hands down. Maybe one day you’ll realize that you messed up, and that it’s your loss by letting me go. I’m not counting on it, but if I know anything about you, I know that deep down you do have a heart. You just try to hide it. But I’m rooting for you, and always will be. That’s what love is, right?

You can try so hard to erase me, but I know I left marks across your pages. I guess what hurt the most was me giving you my all, and it still wasn’t enough. I wanted you. I needed you –or so I thought. But mama always told me, “Don’t be the girl who needs a man. Be the girl a man needs.” And she’s right. Because you pushed me away, but sometimes people go wrong when they push away the things they really need. That’s what love is, right?

I’ve never understood how people can so selflessly give themselves to others and things that they love, but since I met you all I want to do is give myself to you even if that means running out of the essence of me. But I can’t, and I won’t. I’ll keep my guard up now, because there is nothing quite like the feeling of being alone. The one person that you’re looking for is you. That’s what love is, right?

I was given the opportunity to be with someone else one day. I didn’t do it. I couldn’t do it. Something just kept me thinking that I would end up back with you, and I didn’t want to risk losing that opportunity. So now I have given up something that potentially could’ve been incredible, for a boy that wouldn’t even give me the time of day anymore. That’s what love is, right?

I thought I was finally done writing about you. I keep trying to write my way out of this, but no matter how far I run, all my words lead back to you. You’re like an old love story –a chapter in my life that I have finished. But even as I read ahead, I will still flip back and inevitably read again way down the road. Because that’s what love is, right?

You did me so dirty, but that's OK. Because that's what love is, right? Wrong.