Let me start by saying that when you broke my heart you actually did make me a better person.
I was so depressed for months that it made me force myself into happiness. That sounds… well, crazy. It worked. I realized that if the world wasn’t going to stop for death it certainly wasn’t going to stop for my pathetic little broken heart. So I said to myself “There’s no use contributing to world-suck by crying all the time… At least make other people think you’re happy.”
So I started smiling at people on the sidewalk and acting happy around my family (mostly so they would stop hiding all the sharp objects in the house and stealing them from my apartment). Guess what. When you put a smile on your face it eventually spreads to your heart. 😉 I feel more alive today than ever! And I really have you to thank for it. I seriously don’t hate you or anything. I’m so happy you’re still in my life!! Because you are one of the smartest and most decent people on this earth.
But honestly… I sometimes wonder if this wasn’t a test, because I still think we’re meant to be.