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      It was tow years together. Two years of joy, sorrow, happiness, and anger. It was two years I thought I loved him. As I looked back I cried, wondering why I decided to break up with him. Why did I let myself go through the pain? But there was no going back.
      Why? I broke up with him because he was jobless, soon to be homeless and he was always making me upset. Was it he though that I was mad at? No. No, I wasn't mad at him, I loved him, I cared for him, and he cared back. Cared for me in his own way.
      Then what was IT? What happened…? People happened. People took our relationship and broke it… Was it because they were jealous, I would never know. I only knew that this was it. I broke up with him because they couldn't leave well enough alone.
      My parents didn't like his family and his didn't like mine. Everyday it was me who was yelled at because he didn't have a job. I got punished for his actions and I though with this, it would – abruptly – stop! However, it's then that I realized, just moments too late, without him my heart is broken. Again I was the one who pained.
      No more congratulations, no they needed to stop. He got all the sympathy, and me I got naught. I heard them saying, or I read their words, that this – yes this! -  was the best for me and I should cry not.
      I look now with depression. I want him to take me back, but he'll only be my brother… I screwed this up so bad.

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      It was tow years together. Two years of joy, sorrow, happiness, and anger. It was two years I thought I loved him. As I looked back I cried, wondering why I decided to break up with him. Why did I let myself go through the pain? But there was no going back.
      Why? I broke up with him because he was jobless, soon to be homeless and he was always making me upset. Was it he though that I was mad at? No. No, I wasn't mad at him, I loved him, I cared for him, and he cared back. Cared for me in his own way.
      Then what was IT? What happened…? People happened. People took our relationship and broke it… Was it because they were jealous, I would never know. I only knew that this was it. I broke up with him because they couldn't leave well enough alone.
      My parents didn't like his family and his didn't like mine. Everyday it was me who was yelled at because he didn't have a job. I got punished for his actions and I though with this, it would – abruptly – stop! However, it's then that I realized, just moments too late, without him my heart is broken. Again I was the one who pained.
      No more congratulations, no they needed to stop. He got all the sympathy, and me I got naught. I heard them saying, or I read their words, that this – yes this! -  was the best for me and I should cry not.
      I look now with depression. I want him to take me back, but he'll only be my brother… I screwed this up so bad.