So, it seems that my idiosyncracies, those that were the spark that ignited the passion, are those that extinguished the flame. Everything he said that he loved about me at the start of our relationship, were the same things he complained about at the end.
One word, one single monosyllabic word was all it took to knock me down.
"No"
The worst part is, even after removing names and numbers, taking pictures out of frames, everything still reminds me of him. I hate being this person, I never wanted to be the tearful girl, a prisoner of unrequited love, crying spontaneously when hearing a song, or seeing a bottle of juice.
I am now the ridicu