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