You have to live with the fact that your hands destroyed something so beautiful as love. You destroyed my soul and I was reborn. In ways you cheating was the best thing that ever happened to me, because it showed me the world isn’t as sparkly as I once thought. You fell from a pedestal that you should’ve never been on. I needed to wake up, to grow up, and I have you to thank for that. Your destruction freed me, and you have no one to blame but yourself. You told me to live with the fact that what’s done is done, but I wasn’t alive, you killed the girl that loved you more than she loved herself. And now a more cynical, realistic version exists that will never let anyone destroy her whole being the way you destroyed me.