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.