\n \nI loved him before I knew what the word meant. \n \nFrom skinned knees to first dates and everything in between. \n \nBut he was never mine to love. \n \nI settled for friendship, even though I always wanted more. \n \n \n \nThat was before. \n \nBefore he ripped my world apart and didn't bother sticking around to help me pick up the pieces.\n \nI knit every last shred back together all on my own. \n \nAnd I've all but forgotten his name.\n \n \n \nNow, he's back, and everything is torn apart once more.\n \nBut he's not the only one doing the tearing this time.\n \nAnd there might be no stopping the person who has it out for us both.\n