“It was meant to be for you. I only ever wanted it to be for you,” he whispers. I’m on the verge of loosing it, tears forming. “You mean to tell me that…that our song…the one you ‘wrote for me’ isn’t for me? It’s hers?” my voice cracks with disbelief. He nods silently.

That song was the last bit of sanity I had left and it wasn’t even for me. I swallow, “Okay, well does she know this? Was that song even written for me, or some other girl before?!” “Baby…” “Don’t you baby me! You lied!” I yell, shoving him. “Liar!” I shout. At this point the tears have started flowing.

His face grimaced in a painful way. “Don’t you know you are my world?” I whisper. “I think that it’s gone…and there’s nothing left,” I push him aside and stride out, ignoring words he was saying trying to make me stay.

Despite what I thought, I felt empowered walking out that door. It turns out he was a weight all along, not a safe haven and now, my shoulders are light.