I used to think I was the problem, when in reality it wasn't me who was the problem. It was Declan Johnson. He was the milk to my cereal, the jelly to my peanut butter. In all intents and purposes, he was my life. When he moved, so did I. We were like magnets, like bad habits to one another. Until one day, we were nothing. I was broken. The hurt and betrayal of what happened was smeared across our relationship. In its wake was a gaping hole that allowed all the good between us to escape. The hole gaped and gushed until there was nothing left. I remember thinking this is your fault, Ava. This is your fault. I repeated the same words over and over again… I thought maybe they would make me feel better, but after a while, they did nothing. The words had no effect on me. I was numb to emotions. Let me take you on a road paved with its own struggles, its own sorrows, scars, and pain. A journey that hopefully we both come out alive at the end of.