After he broke my heart.
I began to write about him.
I wrote and I wrote,
and I wrote.
And I described him in the
purest way possible.
A hurricane.
A drug.
My universe.
My vice.
But now that I\'ve moved on,
I don\'t see him like that anymore.
He wasn\'t anything above the ordinary.
He was just a boy.
A boy who didn\'t want to be with me,
and that\'s that.
- I hope you realize this someday