What pleasures came from using me, You are heartless that's plain to see. You hurt me in places that will never heal, I wish you could feel the pain I feel. You let me believe you were sincere, You whispered sweet nothings in my ear. Once you were through you tossed me aside, You don't know how much I cried. When you left you stole my heart, You had me believing we would never part. A year later, and I'm still thinking of you, I know my love for you is ever so true. I vow never to make this mistake again, For I'm not as stupid as I was then. This will remain a scar forever, And the next time I fall in love will be never.

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Chapter 1: The Secret Life of James Wilson

I never thought life could be so difficult. At least, not in the way that I'm experiencing it. Every single thing I do reminds me of 'her'. Washing dishes, watching tv, sleeping, everything. Nothing could have made me more frustrated. Well, except House.

One thing I've learned since I moved in, is to not bother trying to watch tv. Why? Well, considering the fact that dead in the middle of one of my shows, House will appear out of nowhere, grab the remote, and turn the channel to one of his soaps. Honestly, why bother? Not to mention the fact that he refuses to do the dishes.

So here I am, sitting on his couch, relaxing after a day of work. You can't really say I'm watching the news, because honestly I'm barely paying attention to it. It's something I do that will keep me somewhat entertained, that way when House comes to ruin it, it won't be as frustrating. I was just about to lay my head on the arm rest when I heard the door to the bathroom collide with the outer wall. It startled me into a sitting position before I had time to do much else.

Who knew House could look down on a person while wearing a bath robe. I certainly do, because that's just me. Always caught off guard. It wasn't much different right now.

He disappeared into his bedroom and shut the door behind him without much care. I let out a sigh and tried the relaxation process all over again. This time, my head actually reached the arm rest. That's an accomplishment right there.

It wasn't long before the thought of 'her' started to kick in. I actually payed attention to the news, if only to ward off the loneliness, and the tears that often followed. It hurt to be unloved by my soon ex-wife, and all the others that failed to understand me. It hurts even more, knowing the one woman that's ever truly loved me is in a place where I will never find her, from now to eternity.