Our hearts were broken at one point. Whoever did it took our trust and faith and completely shattered it. You've felt it. I've felt it. And I'm not very proud to admit, but there was a time when I hated her for doing it. I wanted the worst for her. At one point, I wished for her to never experience love ever again.
I was so hurt. I thought it would be unfair for me so stay this way and for her to be ok. She never showed me her whole self, so I don't really know how much I meant to her, but from the little that she would say, I was barely scraping by in her top 5. So when she finally let me go, there was nothing for me to go back to.
But now, looking back, I've realized just how childish and immature I was taking the whole situation. I don't care if I'm just fooling myself, but I know I mattered at some point. Just because she broke my heart, doesn't mean she deserves to get hers broken too. Life isn't fair, and to be honest, if we all would get punished for every bad thing we would do, the punishments wouldn't stop. Today, I still root for her. We were both young and fresh. We didn't know how to do it right, so it was bound to go wrong. But thanks to her, I have better insight on myself and everything around me. So it doesn't matter if she falls in love with someone that isn't me. I bet that if we had met later on in life, it would have worked out. But, life is life.