I knew since the first day that you were trouble. I knew it, and I stayed anyway. Here's why: I stayed because I cared about you. It was not because I felt sorry for you, but because I liked you in a way that I just wanted to help. I wanted to help you feel like you could run the world and be the biggest. I wanted that so much that in such time I forgot about me, about what I am capable and what I could conquer. You forgot about me too, you forgot that I deserved so much more that you made me prisoner of your troubles. I knew that was not supposed to be easy, but I never tought that trying to help someone could made me prisoner of my insecurities, and sometimes, I have to tell you, they ate me alive. I don't blame you, maybe at that time I wasn't strong enough and I was too good to people that simply didn't deserved.