I thought I knew what broken was, after all I was the definition of it. I thought I mastered the art of recovering from a broken heart; a broken soul. I thought I would find a new type of strength in the moments of my insane weakness. But when Reed Collins became the only thing that mattered to me, when he became my beginning, middle and the enviable end, I would never be able to find any strength, because I gave him all of mine. I was too willing because I loved him. Without reason, without thinking, without fear of consequences, because that’s what loving someone madly really means. Minutes, days, months went by after I left but no amount of time eased the pain of him not being there. No amount of time could ever lessen my love, my need, my want for him. Now I’m back, having to face every truth I ran away from. Lies were told. But even after all the indescribable pain he caused, I still love him. Still want him. Still breathe for him. I’m starting to wonder if that will ever change.