The item I have chosen to share is a collage of the drawings of my ex and I that I shredded after our breakup. Once upon a time, I found this boy named Zaire and he did nothing but make me happy. We had so much in common and he loved me. His main goal, he told me, was that he would never hurt me or come close to doing it. It didn’t last too long though, and the happiness between us didn’t hesitate to fade away. After almost three or four months in the relationship, he finally dropped the bomb on me. I never would have seen it coming, I never would have expected this from him and for him to be so content and without any doubts about leaving me disturbed me. The boy he was to me turned out to be an act to get what he wanted. It didn’t take him too long before he found someone else to replace me.