" A girl once told me to be careful when trying to fix a broken person, for you may cut yourself on their shattered pieces"

As a little girl, I dreamed of being a princess and having a prince by my side. Mom and Dad warned me about the villains in this world but somehow forgot to mention the one with hazel eyes and brown hair.

The one with the cute smile and that laugh that took my breath away slowly became the real villain in this fairytale because he stole the thing that is my most guarded possession, my heart.

I always wondered what it would feel like to fall in love. You know, the kind of love that you see in movies or read about in books. Love that comes around once in a lifetime.

To me, love was this scary, foreign concept. I tended to push people away until they no longer wanted to come back. I had gotten pretty good at it actually, until the day I met him. Oh, there was no escaping this one. I tried all of my usual excuses, but for some reason this one stayed....well stayed long enough to break my heart.

Love is a crazy thing. When a relationship is good, boy is it good. Butterflies, smiles, and pure bliss. But when it's bad.... oh boy is it bad.

I learned that love isn't about the flowers and things you see in movies. I learned that love is about sacrifice. When that other person's happiness is more important than your own, that is what I consider love. But I learned that love is also blind. You see what you want that person to be. I went from the girl who pushed people away, to the girl who was begging for him to come back.

Suddenly the one who made me so happy had the power to make me the saddest person in the world, and that was a scary feeling. A feeling of suddenly being so vulnerable, when you are used to having a wall built 10 ft tall.

When you give your heart to someone, you never really get a piece of it back. Heartbreak has a way of changing people. For me, I had to step back and look at myself, and I mean really look at myself. Somewhere between loving him and trying to make him happy, I lost myself. I lost Emily. I started to depend on him for my happiness and that is where I went wrong.

I know one thing for sure though,that boy was my prince. He made me happy because he loved me even when I could not love myself, and I planned to do the same for him. A part of me will always love him because sometimes things happen in life that we do not understand.

Was it bad timing or was it just not meant to be? I have asked myself these 2 questions at least 1000 times because to me he was "the one". He was the first one to truly steal my heart, and I am not sure if I ever really got it back.

So when the boy with the cute smile and sparkling eyes tells you he will never hurt you and every fiber of your being tells you to believe him, don't. Because the truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just have to figure out who is worth hurting for.