I wish there was a category called "heartache & pain."

The woman I love, who I loved for years and years showed up at my door needing a place to sleep and "a friend." I've always been her "friend" the one she confides in and seeks comfort from.

After all this time she finally had enough of her boyfriends shit. The drugs, the stealing, the cops, the scumbag friends, the abuse, the forced sex.

She finally had enough and came to me, the guy who's been in love with her since 10th grade and who is always there for her. She told me it was over with him. She told me she was hurt, she needed real love. She told me she knew I'd always loved her. She told me she loved me too. We made love three nights straight. We talked all night every night. I confessed my feelings and desires to her. She wanted to make a start of it, see where it goes. I was never so happy.

I came home from work and my beautiful love was gone. A note on the table "I'm sorry...I'll always love you"

She's back with the man who uses her, steals from her and slaps her around. For the love of god why????