I hid what you had done for what I believe you would do one day. You never apologized for anything, yet I accepted it. I wiped the tears you brought to my tired eyes before anyone could see. Physically you never hurt me. But mentally you tore me apart. What do you do when your first love turns out to be your first real hate? What do you do when they become someone you can’t even stand looking at? When the small hole in your chest that had been there before rips open wide and all of your insecurities lay bare to the world? When the you that stood with open doors and had trust in everyone suddenly became someone who double locked those doors on a daily basis? What do you do when the man you were talking about isn’t a lover, but a so called father? What do you do when you now have found the love of your life , but cannot bring yourself to trust because frankly…… you are scared of falling and not being caught, again? I do not have the answers to those questions. If I did I don’t think I would be asking them, but damn do I hope I find the answer soon. I guess sometimes the ones who break our hearts are not lovers at all, but people we expect to be there no matter what. Lovers will pass, lovers will slam doors they never reopen, lovers leave, and heartbreaks happen. But family? Family is supposed to stay. Through life though I’ve learned that not everyone does the things they are “supposed to”.