I remember the day when you said being with me meant that you would be happy. That you wanted to be selfish because you could not stand the thought of someone else being with me. What happened to that man that I fall in love with where did he go? I question that everyday. You tell me it is because I accused you of things you were not doing that you did what you did eventually. How does that make it right? All of this time you gave me a reason to be how I was, not once did you apologize for it. Now that hurts, because I really cared about you, and still do.