You never know how much you really love someone until they've left your life forever.
That's how it was for me.
I always felt hate,
then when they vanished,
a hole in my heart grew to a black hole.
On the outside I was still the same teenage, American girl.
But on the inside,
I felt as if no person, thing, or being
could make me who I was back then.
Back then when I was the carefree person who loved her life, family, friend, so much
she would do anything for them.
Back then when I didn't care what other people thought about me.
And back then, when I truly understood what I had.
