I thought I was going to be happy forever with you. I thought by now we'd be looking for an apartment in London, finding me a job, finding you a uni to study at. In February I was so sure of things. You told me you loved me and we would daydream about our future together and I was so so sure that you were the person for me. So... how did it all fall apart? how did you go to telling me you wanted to marry me to telling me you're incapable of feeling love and will probably make me unhappy for my entire life in the span of just a few months? I know you're mentally ill and I know things have been hard for you, but its like a flip switched. How could you do that to me? How could you make me so miserable? Did you ever really love me? Or was it just lust?