I
never realized that one day I will be saying this to you, Jay. Thank you for the broken heart. I never want to sound sarcastic for there are
no more bitterness in my heart now. I
have forgiven you and I am letting you know.
But yes, I want to thank you for breaking my heart so bad, crushing it
to the ground, tearing it into pieces, for I have something to pick-up, to
heal, to fix. What we had was something
special. It could never be replaced. I tried to, for so many times, but each time
I tried to, I only get hurt in the process for it was just something that
cannot be changed, not anymore, not ever.
It has left a permanent scar in my heart, in my being, in all that I am
today.
I
must say that everything I know about being in love, getting hurt, and moving
on came from you. If it wasn’t for you,
I don’t know if I have ever experienced the joy of being loved and giving it
back. But there are just stories that
have no happy ending, and ours was one of those stories. There are lives that are not meant to be
spent together -- that was our life.
Maybe, what we had was an experience, pure bliss, and yes I keep saying
this, something very special.
I
have moved on, slower than you actually did, but I did move on, and I am proud
to say that I was able to. The times
that I wanted to end my life just because you left me are moments that made me
stronger. I’d be happy to tell you that
I can now smile while thinking about the things we did before and everything
that we had. I can share stories of the
places we went to without hating you or cursing you now. I’ve finally moved on, and although it was
damn six years, I still did. I am happy
now. So, thank you for the broken heart.
