Drew had loved you for a while now, you two had been dating for over 3 years, but after some time, you realized that you couldn't spend your life attached to him, married to him.

It was at a night out that you finally did it. You caught a glimpse of his mom's ring in his pocket, and then you knew, you couldn't spend the rest of your life with him, it wouldn't be fair for the both of you.

The dancing arrived in a flash, the smell of champagne from his breath as he whispered, "I love you," in your ear. It felt like poison, your heart ached and your stomach churned at the impact of his words. You still loved him, but you just couldn't marry him.

So you ran, leaving it all behind, leaving your all behind.

Because I dropped your hand while dancing, left you out there standing. Crestfallen on the landing, champagne problems.

You turn back once, and your heart nearly broke at the sight of him standing there, dumbfounded. It looked like he'd been hit by a bus, and then that's when he dropped it. The ring.

Your heart was glass, I dropped it, champagne problems.