Nick's point of view.

My mom had always told me the grass was greener on the other side. And the truth was I believed her.

But let me tell you, the grass was not greener on the other side, it was dark and lonely. No one had been there in years. The sun never shined and it always rained.

But the other side, the side I liked to call perfection, was different. The grass was the brightest shade of green and sitting there smiling was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

She sat Indian style, waving at me. Her long brown hair hung loosely down her back, and those eyes that I could go on for days about, shined.

You're probably wondering "Why is this dude complaining?" That sounds amazing, right? Wrong.

The only problem was that memory was a thing of the past. If it was 2007, I could walk over and hold her in my arms and never let go. But Miley was no longer mine. I had lost her because it all just got to me.

Because I was arrogant, stubborn, and plain old scared to love. I had lost the one.

The honest reason I had broken it off was because it was just too hard.

Both of us were just entering the spotlight. The constant paparazzi, (which was nothing compared to today) everyone wanting to know everything. Crazy, obsessive fans.

I just felt like I couldn't breathe and I figured the only way I could deal with this was to break up with Miley.

When I had told this to Joe and Kevin they stared at me like I had just told the world was ending. I told them this was for the best. For hours they tried to persuade me, tell me that I was talking nonsense.

But I was 14 and unwilling to listen, the day I told Miley the sparkle she had disappeared in seconds. She stared at me in shock and started to sob. I tried to comfort her but she yanked her arm away from me. She had broken in front of me. I could hear her and my own heart shattering. Her dull eyes looked into mine searching for an answer that she would not find. She looked away sadly and slowly walked away.

I walked back to my room and sat on my tour bed. Realization hit me.

Not only had I lost the love of my life I had lost my best friend.

When me and Miley would sing together no longer would she ruffle my curls, kiss my cheek, or wink just for me. When shows were over she wouldn't embrace me or kiss me and tell me how good I did. When I texted her I needed a friend she wasn't going to be the one who rushed over with sugar free ice cream and lend an ear to listen.

I had lost my Miley Ray and she would never look at me the same. She had stolen my heart and I had crushed hers.