You know that one person from your past who first stole your heart and didn't return it whole? That one person; the one who never wandered far from your thoughts or dreams, even after they caused you such heartache...your first true love.
Mine got married.
I always dreaded the moment I would hear such news, because he still had a piece of my heart (and somewhere, a tiny violin starts playing). I didn't want him to be committed, because I secretly hoped we would somehow be reunited, and being wiser and matured, he could have all of my heart in return for his (*rolls eyes*).
We had been in touch through emails, all the past awkwardness forgotten. We caught up on each other's lives; me about to graduate college, him back and forth to Iraq. I had even been in touch with his mother (who, by the way, cried harder than I did during the breakup) when she emailed me out of the blue. It felt nice to be back in touch. At some point, the emails became infrequent and then finally ceased. After a few unresponded emails, I gave up.
To my own surprise, I never even blinked an eye when I heard he got married. Maybe I had gotten the closure I needed, or maybe at this point, years later, it just wasn't significant to me anymore. Either way, I can honestly say it didn't affect me. If someone had told me the same thing years earlier, I probably would've stopped eating for a week (ew, pathetic!). Now, it was just as if someone had told me Britney Spears was pregnant again. No surprise there.
...and I threw a little party. For once, my brain and heart were in agreement!
And how awesome is it that I just compared my ex love to Britney's uterus? Yep, I pretty much rock.
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