22: The truth is incontrovertible. Malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end, there it is.

The end.

Its not some happy ever after fairy tale. You wont find us skipping away into the sunset pushing a baby carriage.

I didn't win.

Win what? Everything. Anything. Nothing. I lost it all. Lost him. Mostly I lost me. Because who I am now I don't recognise. I don't know how to get back to who I was, or even if I want to. I hope I've learnt a lesson. Would be nice if you've learned one too. That together we could say that it was all worth it. That it wont happen again. That it was a lesson well learned.

I feel as if I've thrown my heart away. Was too careless. 

And every time i think of him and her together it breaks all over again. The best moments chase through my my mind, followed by the worse.

I wonder what I could have done differently. Should have done differently.

Thats the funny thing about the end. It makes you look back instead of forwards. It would be nice to say I got caught, that we got caught. That I chose him and he chose me.

I did.

He didn't.

And I wonder if I just wasn't enough.



He broke my heart.


Then again, I did too.