It’s been nearly a year and half. A year and half since you took me for granted. I told you I was happy for you, happy on your decisions, happy for your choices and happy for your marriage. 4 years, years that you kept me going, told me I was the one. I still remember you crying, telling me to give you one more chance. A chance I never knew would hurt me months to come. I’m over you, but for some odd reason I hear your name and my mind takes me back to a place oh I miss but despise so much. I can’t say I’m hurt but I can’t say I haven’t forgotten. I still wonder if you think about hurting the one person who sacrified and loved you so much. I ignored all signs and all advices to have life hit so hard. I don’t miss you but I miss my old self. The young girl who loved life and never had to worry about losing her soul mate. Now I sit and wonder, will I ever find mine or lost him forever. I’m happy for you, and I’m happy for me. You said you’ll always pray for me and I hope you haven’t stopped. May our paths never cross. NORMAL.