He called me family. He told me family is forever and so were we. He told me no one will ever love you as much as I do. I believed the pretty lies and was a pretty girl. I kept him happy and lost myself in the process. I didnt know it then but he was broken, reaching for someone to save him. He was reaching for me. I gave him a reason to keep going and forgot why I once loved life so much. As the seasons came and went his once loving ways became harsh and hurtful and left me feeling broken. Be being broken kept me from leaving, it kept us a family.