I really loved her. I loved her like I'd never loved anyone else. But when she accused me of not caring, I was fed up. She sometimes gave me this look. It was a look of pure annoyance, to tell me when I had done something wrong, something that made her tick. I told her I was through, and the look came over her face. I knew what was going on in her head so I packed my things and headed out.Later that week, she called me again. She told me she needed me and didn't know how she ever lived without me and all this stuff I knew was bullshit. So I told her.Earlier that week, I'd been invited to a party. I figured I'd go and try to ease the pain from my broken heart. I got dressed up and headed out to my friend's house. When I got there, I saw her outline in the window. Someone's arm was around her. I turned around and went home.