Heartbreak

Have you ever broken someone's heart?

I have.

Did I mean to? No.

Did that fact change anything? No.

I hurt a boy.

Years ago now. I loved him dearly, but when I was younger my feelings were easily made by other people. I was made to believe he was no good to me.

Would he have been? Good to me I mean. Oh yes, definitely.

He was absolutely beautiful young man, he was dark, brown eyes and tender.

But I hurt him.

I broke his heart.

I did not know how badly until much later.

He broke all contact with me, of course. I would have too if I was him.

Years went on I got my heart broken, massively. I am yet to come around and tell that story.

It is a mess that is hard to untangle, to make sense out of it.

But years went on and I lived my life.

I met my husband, married him and have been with him the past 9 years now.

Yesterday I learned through the miracle of social media, that the boy whose heart I broke had gotten married last year.

I couldn't be happier for him; he found someone to love and who loves him!

Maybe me breaking his heart was the best thing that could happen to him?

Wishful thinking maybe, but somewhat poetic don't you think?

I'll go on with my life and he will in his. He won't even know I found out he got married. And he never will.

Maybe it is for the best.

What matters is that he is happy. And I am happy.

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade out of them!

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All I wanted to say was that I am glad he found someone.

-Ash