That Necklace kept me holding on…

I wore it every day. He gave it to me and said as long as I wore it, we’ll be together. Even if we aren’t. He was the greatest thing in my life. We were in love. That’s the first and only time in my life that I recall ever being happy. And it was ripped away when we fought. We fought about a scar. And he ripped out my heart through a text. We got back together, though. And we were happy again. Until I went across the country for a week to visit my brother. He found someone else. They’re happy. I still wore the necklace. They’ve been together for 3 months now. The worst three months of my life. I wore the necklace the whole time. This has been a time where more scars have been created. More and more every day. More alcohol has been consumed than ever before. I saw him the other day. He wouldn’t even look at me. He says he hates me.
The necklace broke today. So did I.