I can go on and on about all of the reasons why we're not working out and just how selfish you but it's not worth it.

The truth is, somewhere along the lone we fell out of love. I look at you and I find it hard to believe that we can last and make things work.

At this point, I'm tired of crying over you. I'm tired of trying to figure out what I did wrong, what I should have or shouldn't have said. This is not how relationships are supposed to work. And I should have known a long time ago...

Especially when I began ours thinking it was never going to last.

I remember the first moment that I met you. You were this little thing that was too scared to come out of your crate, but after a bit of coaxing you came out. You were this itty bitty disheveled thing with a goofy look on your face. I had no idea what to do with you .. you were just so small, so vulnerable and I remember you were even too scared to go explore your new surrounding.

All I wanted to do then was fatten you up since you were all skin and bones. I didn't fall in love with you right then and there, but you had somehow already began to make me love you.

Little did I know that how since a tiny creature can take up a whole big chunk of my heart.