A story with no name

I'll often think of my stories but never write. Today I was hearing "Someone I used to know" by Elliot Smith, and I thought of me four years ago. I was miserable at home. The only escape I had was a guy who lived states away. I went to see him, leaving family falling apart at home, only to discover that he didn't love me anymore. Somehow I didn't despair. Things were pretty depressing, but there were worse as well as better days to come. I'd like to write that into a story. This scenario exactly. You know things are so bad for her that they have to get better. The reader will want to know almost as much as I did. How could things get better?  During moments of my life I would say something clever or funny, I would make something I was proud of, I would do the right thing... and no one noticed. One day after I had nothing left to lose, I met you. You noticed.