Who the hell was I?

Love.

Don't ever start loving someone. You'll probably end up getting hurt. It's unbelievable that you dedicate your life to someone, loving them and respecting them, and they end up stabbing you in the back. The thought of not being able to recognize someone that you've shared everything with, sucks. Is this just a really big bump in the road? Or is it the end of the road. How can you possibly know what is right or wrong? Forgive what feels like impossible because of love, or end it?