It is horrible to see. Does she even know that I exist at all any more? After all that we went through, she has forgotten me.
It used to be great, when I could talk about when we would get married. I pulled it off as a joke, almost. The thoughts of her as being mine were secure. They were final. Nobody could tell me otherwise. Our relationship was delicate, but beautiful, like a glass vase.
But things changed. And now, she is engaged to that Bradley guy. She fell for him. She fell, we fell. Our relationship smashed into a thousand pieces. How could something so beautiful become such a devastating sight when it fell?
When we lost contact, it wasn't so horrible. Our glass vase got put into a box stored in the attic. There were no risks that way. It was safe until the house was demolished. But somebody else found the vase. Bradley dropped it. Now it is dead.
How could I let this happen? I shattered the glass.