She was my first, proper girlfriend, and an unreal one at that. Completely out of my league, a once-in-a-lifetime kind of blessing. I didn’t want to do anything after that. It’s funny how the things that bring you the most happiness also bring you the most pain. Work, and life in general, became a daily, torturous struggle. I even lost the motivation to go out with friends or family. It was my first, bona fide heartbreak.
To add more salt to the wound, I found out about three weeks later that she’d started seeing someone else. I was so enraged and devastated that I didn’t even want to confront her about it. How fucking could she? Why didn’t she just tell me up front that she fell for someone else? Why the stupid white lie about “needing time for herself”? I despised her in that moment, but I couldn’t hate her. I could never hate my Katie. I decided to be the bigger person and let her do her thing. I’m a huge believer in karma and sat back in hopes that it would do its thing. And it did.