A year and a half. We were together a year and a half. He told me that he loved me every night before he logged off Skype, or before we went to sleep, laying together in his bed. It all looked like a good outcome, and I was pleased when we sealed our relationship physically. Of course, the morning after, he left me, broke my heart. Was I not good enough? Tell me that, Aceti. Tell me that.

When I finally got over him, I fell for another boy, this one with brilliant blue eyes and blonde hair and a perfect complexion, and too many other things to list. The problem was, he was too influenced by the small-town Texan culture and was too scared to come out.

Being weakhearted, I fell for his best friend, a golden-eyed bisexual who was persistent in what he did, even in bed. But like my first lover, he left me the morning after. This one's just a forgotten fling, now. Apparently he killed himself the day after.

I was alone for a while, but when I finally went to visit the golden-eyed one's grave, I met a young,boy who, actually, seemed to fall for me first. Well, I say fall for me... He became bored of my looks quickly, saying I was too "plain" and not very original. And my taste in music was terrible. That, of course, was the deciding factor.

Let's not forget the final one, the one who loved me last, who disowned me the second he got the chance. People said we were "a match made in heaven," but apparently, he did not think so. He decided I was just an ornament, a flashy one at that. He wanted me so the girls would want him.

He thought I was kind and gentle. They all did. That's why they thought it was okay. They never realized that karma and payback were two very real things.

The name of the one who killed himself will haunt me forever. Adam.

But the names of the ones who live are engraved in the hilt of a silver dagger. Jerome. Jason. Ty. Mat.

They don't realize that a broken heart can kill.