A broken heart will make you do crazy things, even the type of crazy that makes you feel like you want to jump off a bridge.

Beau Taplin said "It is a frightening thought, that in one fraction of a moment you can fall in the kind of love that takes a lifetime to get over"

Heartbreak is painful.

Each heartbreak has its own story, each crack of the heart sends a feeling of deeply rooted sadness. And behind each story is a why.

When people ask why it ended I say that, one day he loved me, and the next day it was as if he didn't know what love was.

To me, there were feelings. Feelings filled with hopes, and dreams, an adventure ready to take off, ready to reach new horizons, but, then it was gone.

The one you once knew, the one you shared every deep and dark secret with, the person you would tell your greatest joy to, and deepest disappointment to was now a stranger with all of your secrets.

And now it's just you left to mourn the loss of a person still living and breathing around you, separated from you by hurt.

But to him, that wasn't the case. For him, he didn't lose anything because the interest wasn't gone, it just never truly existed.

The person who taught you love was worth fighting for, is the very person who made you realize love also keeps you up at late hours of the night staring into the darkness with a million unanswered questions or sobbing aloud to yourself in the shower wondering how things went wrong.

The person who promised to catch you left as soon as you jumped. Because they weren't "going to be like the rest," they were different, but in the end, they were everything you hoped they wouldn't be.

You never realize the pain of heartbreak until it's you, lying on the floor sitting in a puddle of tears, wishing you had never taken the chance.

That song will never be the same, you avoid your once favorite places, and skip over the shows you used to love to watch together, and it isn't fair.

It's discouraging that both the good and bad decisions you made in the end, were completely and totally irrelevant, and none of them seemed to matter because it was too much, and in the end, you were "too much for him."

But you know what the truth is? You're not too much, he just isn't enough. And sometimes the questions are never fully answered, and you don't understand why you weren't his first choice, why he chose her over you, but that's okay. It's okay because you at least tried, and while it wasn't perfect, you made an effort at being honest and pouring your heart and soul into something you thought mattered.

I compromised my heart, and in the end, that still wasn't good enough. So my ending and your ending won't always come with closure, but rather that's when I realized I deserve better, and so do you. This isn't the end, and this will not be the end of me, or of you.

I look up, wiping away my tears, and I realize one day someone is going to walk into my life and make me forget all about this broken ending. The very name that was so painful to hear, and the person that was so painful to see is now but a distant memory.

And I smile, and am excited, because my adventure is just beginning, and he doesn't get to be a part of it.