Entry Two

 Dear Diary, 

I want to tell you about my first love.

Scratch that — The man who ruined my definition of love.

The man who showed me that the world is full of lies.

That nothing is ever as it seems.

That people's words really don't hold any meaning.

The man I still find myself trying to avoid.

I really thought he loved me,

And maybe he did.

I remember when I first saw him,

My heart skipped — silly thing.

When he lifted me up,

And I felt safe in his arms.

He didn't just break my heart,

He rewrote what it means to be loved.

And maybe that's what hurts the most.

Not that he left,

But that he took pieces of me when he did.

Goodbye for now...