Without exaggeration, this is the lowest point in my life. Nights are worse than day. I can't sleep, tortured by images I cannot be part of. Reality is destroying my memories, my truths, my ideals. I can't believe they are together. Could she really have changed that much? I can't bear to think she is the same with him as she was with me. If that were true then the most beautiful relationship in my life must necessarily be diminished. They say they were meant to be. My heart clouds over. Could she ever say that? If so my world would crumble. I thought we completed each other... if they were meant to be, was does that mean for me? That the memories I hold dear, the dreams I live for, are not meant to be? Are impossibilities? No, I can't accept it. But if she's truly happier, then our relationship is cheapened in my eyes. Did I imagine it to be perfect? Was I deluding myself? My friends say no, because others noticed how beautiful it was too. Everyone was shocked.