I realize now that he didn’t just break my heart. He broke me. He broke who I am. See, before I met him, I didn’t believe in love. I thought it was just something out of movies and fairytales. I believed in Santa Claus more than I did love. But then he showed me that it is very real. It is so real that it basically consumes you. The love becomes all you care about. And yeah, it can be great with all of the "good morning" texts and the midday kisses and the mandatory late night phone calls. But at times it can be hell. When you begin to worry about if they love you back or if they’ve started loving someone else, that’s when love becomes a bad thing. When he stops loving you, that’s when it becomes unbearable. That’s when you wish he never showed you how real it is, because the pain becomes real as well. You’d rather go back to believing in Santa and the Tooth Fairy, even the monsters under your bed. But you can’t. Because he showed you how real it is. He changed your perspective on things and there’s no going back.