I met someone out of the blue one day, I'll call them darcy. Darcy changed my life. I was in the depths of depression and they changed my life. I was happy for the first time in ages. I woke up in the morning for darcy, darcy was all I thought about, the only thing i cared about. Things were never too smooth for us but we had a special connection and the love and feelings always brought us through tough times. We spoke of the future, we shared everything we knew, I told them stuff I had never told anyone else. I trusted darcy and loved them with my whole heart. Darcy is the sweetest person, i have ever met, no one else could even compare to how beautiful darcy is inside and out. I wasn't the best partner. I'm a whiny bitch to put it lightly. I push people away from me, all I do is push and push. And I'm insecure. But for once I was in love, doesn;t mean the other problems stoped. Things just seemed to get worse and worse. We were the couple destined for disaster. Darcy had their own problems and more than often I coped the full extent of it, but I forgave everything darcy ever did to me and I thought darcy would do the same for me. Obviously not. Again things got worse, the arguments were almost constant, you could feel the love just seep away. There was no loving moments anymore, just bickering non stop. Until just recently darcy had enough. And it is all my fault. Darcy saved me from the depths of depression, saved my life! I was alive and happy and in love. And now darcy is gone, tell me what I am supose to do! how am i suppose to live without darcy? my heart longs every second of the day, ill miss you and love you forever. And i regret everything stupid i ever did. I wish I could go back and make everything write again. I wish you would love me the way i love you. I'll never love again!