We were both broken when we met, but we didn't care. We were so much alike that I sometimes wondered if we could read each others' minds. I have loved before, but I have never loved anyone the way I loved you. I loved you despite the fact that I was broken. I loved you so much, I wanted to help you tape and glue yourself together rather than fix myself.
For some reason, you refused my tape and glue. The tape and glue that could have held me together. You let me waste it, knowing that you couldn't and wouldn't accept it.
You continued to talk about her and it broke me even more. It broke me because I was ready. I wanted everything with you.
The only problem was that you would never be ready for me.