Once upon a time I met a man who was very nice to me.

I fell for him and opened myself up and allowed myself to become dependent on him.

Very soon, he showed me why that was a bad idea.

It's not surprising because I've come to expect that from humans.

But because I loved him so much, a part of my heart died along with my belief in love.

He taught me that even if you love each other things can and will fuck up.

Nobody will love you more than they love themselves.