As much as I want to hate and despise her, I can’t. I want to be able to look at her and grimace and scream foul language at her, but I can’t. My jealousy is not her fault. My heartache is not her fault. My pain is not her fault. He unfortunately ended up choosing her over me and I can’t help but to think of how lucky she is.
She just didn’t know she was falling in love with the man of both our dreams.