I will not be your backup plan.

I am not your last call at 2 a.m. when you're lonely. Or the person you call when the one you actually want ignores you. I will not be your last option.

I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.

-Meredith Grey

You broke me. I loved you, I gave my all to you and you broke me. You broke me and now you're mad that I'm moving on. No. That's not fair. I'm moving on because there is nothing you could say that would make me want to be with you anymore. You broke me. I'm repairing what you broke. You don't get to be mad. YOU broke ME.

I fell for you.

I didn't mean for it to happen, but it did. It happened so fast. No matter how cliche it sounds, it's what happened. I fell for your simple smiles that managed to bright any room. The silly jokes, the hyperactive moments, your laugh, your eyes. I fell for them all. I don't even know why either. You're like all the other boys, cracking jokes and smiling. I can't tell you what made you different from everyone else. I just know one thing. I fell for you, and I thought you fell for me too.

You didn't fall for me.

"I don't care if I fall for the devil himself, just as long as he loves me the way he love hell"

honestly, that's what I'm looking for in my life but the guys that want to talk to me and seem interested in me are only interested in the services my body can provide. It sucks because I care too much. I'm gullible. I look past things and give people the benefit of the doubt and think "oh this one is different he is interested in me, for me has a person". But no, that's not what he was after.

So in the end I opened my heart up for a man who only wanted my body. Not me.