Fabian was my bae of life, my best friend, my paddy, my lover, my number one man, my ride or die homey. At least we'd been that way since I was 2. Now I'm 22 and he decides that things have to change. How could he do this to me???

I was 2 years old when I met him. To be precise, I peed in his po and that's how we became friends. We've stuck together ever since. You don't after 20 years break up with a person. And over the phone for that matter. What can I do though? I trusted him. Look what he did to me. How can I trust anyone else? I know that I have to move on.

It's Saturday and I can't stop thinking of what I'm going to do with myself this weekend. There's a knock at the door. I'm past caring what I look like, I'm off to find out who with my puffy eyes.

I'm shook. Straight ahead are all our friends. A touch brings my eyes down. Fabian is on his knees. He's got a ring in his hands. OMG!!! He's so going to pay for making me cry.