I met you, and things made sense. I'd look up at the stars and understand. I'd understand why your arms felt like home, and why your voice was my favorite sound. Perhaps I believed we were made from the same star, destined to be together.

But this, I don't understand. What do you do when the only person who can heal your heart is the one breaking it? I don't recognize you anymore. You are not the person I fell in love with. He would've never hurt me the way you hurt me. I miss him more than anything.

And I don't understand myself. I'm not angry. I'm not planning revenge. I'm staring up at the same stars wondering what went wrong. You were my everything. You are the devil in the shape of everything I had wished for.