The end

I've been questioning myself how is it that I felt once I found out he had another man.

It's like losing. Everything you lose after putting up a fight.

But I guess it's more about the loss of how life would have been. It's that moment that you see you are no longer in similar paths. That every single bit of hope you had is gone.

It's the rope you can no longer hold on to. It's when you realize you were wrong. That it wasn't your love story... that it's not meant to happen yet, and that, that person is not who you thought it was.

But then, if you are hurt, make sure to be for something you actually fought for. Most people suffer without even trying - but I get it... pretending a loss hurts less than experiencing one...

I fought for him, I made my efforts, I tried.. I made mistakes, and did good things too. I was true to my feelings and to what I wanted to do. And it didn't work... it wasn't worth it...

So it's time to forgive my own heart... it's time to acknowledge my humanity. It's time to see the things I believe in and check if they are really what I want for myself. Time to reevaluate, maybe...

Either way, it's time to move on.