Funny how a lot of people write about being heart broken and all the stuff that happens about love, but what about the heart breaker? Does everyone assume what we’re doing is easy? Reality check, it’s just as difficult for us to say it as it is for those to hear it.

I remember it like it was yesterday… even though it was only a few days ago. Brittany and I had been going out for a year when the worst possible thing in the world happened. My ex-girlfriend came into town and decided it’d be a good thing to talk. Of course, I was over her, and I thought she was over me. I was mistaken.

“Brit… I love you, you know that, right?” I said. We sat in my car looking at the stars.

“Of course, Micheal. I love you too.”

“Then, please forgive me.”

“For what?”

“Brit, we… we can’t be together anymore,” I couldn’t make eye contact with her. I just couldn’t deal with seeing her tear up. But she wouldn’t understand what my ex had over my head. It was a secret I hoped to keep till my grave…

Not Brit’s.