Pieces of me
I've been broken for years and at this point I doubt I'll ever be 'fixed'. Most of the time I don't even want to be. There was a time I wanted to be better, to strive to be the best person I could be. I'ld like to take credit for that, but that drive came from she who I will not name. I loved her (and still do, and most likely will forever) and wanted to make myself a worthy person for her. She was married, and I was content with that, I was more interested in being her friend anyways. But somewhere along the way I realized how much I loved her, and I was evil.
There are two things I cannot stress enough. First (and most important): I love her. And second: I am evil.
I am not going to go into details about what we did/didn't do together, not now, but I will paint a broad outline. We met, I fell in love, she left her husband, we spent much time together, she sent me away. Maybe someday I'll give more details, it would probably be good for me.
I don't want your sympathy, I don't want your kind words, I want to hold her and cry while I tell her I'm sorry. But I can't do that.
This is not the story I was going to write, but it is the one your getting. Now I'm going to go cry myself to sleep.

