I laid down on the sofa and cried. And as the tears rolled down my flushed cheeks, I made a promise to myself. This was the last time I was ever going to shed a tear, for the sad excuse I liked to call the love of my life.
He isn’t worth it, I told my self time and time again. But just like any other girl I knew, no one could convince themselves it was over, but I knew I had to do. Not just for me, but for Stephanie too. As my best friend, she was always there to help me with heartbreak, but this time, it was pretty obvious that she had had enough. But really, I needed this for myself.
He was everything to me. But this all needed to end.

And this, my friend, is just the beginning my story.