You were my first everything. You made everything seem so easy until so many years later you end up realizing that it wasn't. It was hard, and you made everything so hard. I hated myself everyday for not being able to be enough for you until I finally gave you what you wanted and yet I figured that would solve everything. But it didn't. If you asked me if I still loved you id probably say absolutely not, how could I. Yet despite everything part of me does.