My name is Ride, Maximum Ride. Yeah, I know, I ripped that off of James Bond, but I just couldn't resist. I am not normal, but do you know anyone who is? I didn't think so. In fact, I'm probably insane, but we won't get into that. Instead, let me tell you why I'm writing this. It's not because my life is all that interesting; it has more to do with the fact that I needed someplace where I could sort through everything that goes on without the feedback being biased because the people reading it know me.

Let me start with the end.

My dear, dear, Fang,
They said I was weak when you left me. Said that I had allowed your good looks and excellent kissing skills to cloud my judgement; that by allowing myself to think, for one second, that I was different, special, that I was stupid. The thing is, I was special. I was, emphasis placed on the was. I was that one girl, the one you couldn't get, single, but still didn't want you. I WAS, but am no longer. Now I am but one more heart in your broken-heart-graveyard, one more notch on your pole. Except, I'm different in one way. You can't avoid me like you do the others. I'm best friends with your brother, over at your house all the time. We go to the same mall, the same McDonalds, I live acroos the street. Every day that you see me, you will be reminded of the fact that you had me, then you lost me. Every time we see each other, I see regret, in that deep, dark, black-as-night hole where your heart should be, in your eyes.
You wanna know what hurts the most? Not the leaving, though it hurt, because somehow I had known the whole time that this wouldn't last, that you would leave me. No, what hurts is that you betrayed me. I trusted you, Fang! You know that trust comes hard for me. That I trust people with my life, but not my heart. You knew that at the beginning, and you know that now. What you don't know is how you've showed me, once again, that I can't trust anyone with my heart, much less a man.
One more thing. You should look up Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri. I think it works perfectly.

Goodbye Forever,

Max.

Fang slumped down against the wall of Max's house. He had no need to look up the song; he knew the words perfectly. It had been one of her favorite songs, and now he knew why. He wondered why he had ever wondered if Max was the right one for him. Now that he knew that he had to have her or his heart would die, she goes and tells him not to come back at all. Tells him goodbye forever. Well, if that's what she really wanted, then he would give it to her. Goodbye, Max. I love you.