The End

I've broken a man, made him cry. His heart in his hands he begged me not to crush it, but I did. I couldn't help it, it had to end. I couldn't keep lying to either of us. The feelings I once had are totally gone, erased by demands and hurtful, spiteful arguments about how I am, why I am the way I am. Now I am heavy with grief for him, for his smashed heart that I have been the first to keep, and therefore the first to crush. I am sorry, I really am. However, it could not continue. 'It was about time,' most of my friends have told me. I know they are right, it still doesn't feel good to know you have brought a man to his knees, suddenly and without warning. He was oblivious - I guess love really does make one blind.