To the girl whose heart I broke
I won, I got the man. But at what cost, you ask? I broke someone else in the process. The pain I live with daily cannot be comparable to hers but it’s there nonetheless. I just didn’t know or fully understand the whole situation. I wanted to know. I begged her to speak with me on it, and when she wouldn't I attacked her. What does that make me? A monster? Maybe. I am a sorry one if that matters. I should have been more understanding when she didn’t want to talk to me then. Would I want to speak to the woman I was losing my love to? No way. He doesn’t care. He thinks I am silly for caring. All I can say is I truly am sorry; sorry for the names, the jokes, the hate. It was not warranted and I wouldn’t wanted to be treated that way. I hope you are doing well, these years later. I hope some day you find the man of your dreams just like I found mine.
