I recently experienced a heartbreak. The truth is while I hurt at the idea of losing him, my "best" friend, I lost a lot more. I think that the worst thing I lost was not him, but myself. You see I knew he was trouble, I suspected he was a player and would wreck my heart. I fell hard for his lies and accusations. Though the shame is on me for not getting out sooner, preventing my several heartaches. I confess he got me crying too many times, I recall the many nights I fell asleep crying as I felt uncared and unloved by him. I admit I cried hard the week following our break, I had just found out that he had once again lied to my face: he was seeing other girls in my back. I felt betrayed, I had given him my trust against my better judgement. I let myself down as I ignored what I feared and felt deep inside: he was trouble. I could wish I never met him though I also realize that what I came to feel for him was real: I fell hard. I still love him though I am also angry for all the hurt he caused me.
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