Here's where it all started, on an online forum named LunaGardenHeights. I met her there, she at the time had an abusive boyfriend. His name was Brad and he was an "the badest dude around". Luckily I was able to help her break free of this abuse.

After about a month of freedom from her absuive ex, we continued to chat. We had exchanged numbers and ended up spending a lot of time together. We spent a lot of time on Skype and soon we talked every day. Then I got a ring.

The ring was the start of it. We both were at fault. We started to move fast. We began to talk to each other more every morning and every night. We began talking about sex, marriage, kids, our future. It was like we had blitzed our way to the top of the mountain without any regard to how much air we used to get their.

After about a year of this we started to question our relationship. Why were we together? Did we really love each other? I was anxious and she had just left her ex. Paranoia started to over take me. Anxiety started to take it's toll on my mind. I looked again at the ring i got her and pondered it as everything faded away, color, sound, everything except the now warped ring and it's bright green color.

We started to get angry at each other. Yelling and screaming at each other over trivial things. I remember getting annoyed with her over something about baseball and it turned into a full blown roasting on both our parts. I started to hate her and I think she started to hate me. The bridge between the two of us began to bun.

A week later we screamed our last breathes at each other and it ended with a shattered window. We both went our seperate ways and never spoke again. I don't even have the ring anymore. I lost it just like this relationship.