And I started to think about how I ruined our relationship...and I did. It's true. I hate myself for it. All this time I've waited for him to love me again, give me another chance. All this time I've searched for him in others, given myself freely until there was nothing left. Instead of hardened by lack of touch, I was shattered by loveless touch. I tried to maintain that hard outer exterior that I'd earned, the wall I'd built from abuse and hurt, only to find out he loved the most beautiful parts of me...the parts of me that were pure and fragile.