I fell for someone who needed me and depended on me. He was like no one I had ever met before and at the time I didn’t know what it was about him that made me feel this way. It wasn’t until the spring that I finally realized what it was and that very same thing is the reason we can never be together.

Almost two years ago now I went through one of the toughest breakups of my entire life. But that’s just it, and that’s all it is to me now in retrospect; a breakup. At the time I thought I would die, shrivel into a ball of sadness and guilt, forever a shell of my former self. I was wrong. I became better. Two years later I am happier than I’ve ever been, in a healthier relationship than ever before, and with some insight I only wish I’d had before I made a total and desperate ass out of myself. But I still don’t regret, because I learned and I moved on, and so will you.