She crumpled the pink-colored stationary on her chest, making sure it was unrecognizable. She slowly walked away, feeling lifeless.She dared not look back.She smiled bitterly to herself and whispered, “I wasn’t good enough.”  ForewordI dedicate this to myself—the me before; the me when I was still young; the me when I use to fall in love so easily that I end up always hurting.*Original Character Focus.