For a while I didn’t understand how it happened, how my heart could have been so wrong about you. I asked myself how I could ever listen to my heart again. I was angry at you for setting me up for some game that I had no intention of playing. I was angry at myself for thinking I was special to you, that you would never hurt me. I was so wrong to not believe that you were capable of deliberately trying to destroy me.
I was mad at you and myself. For a brief, brief moment, I regretted ever opening my heart to you. I had to constantly tell myself one day I’d be glad I did because everything happens for a reason. I got myself together and didn’t let you ruin my faith in life. I waited patiently for the day when things began to make sense.
As I was waiting, things started to change, life took me to places I never thought I would ever go to. For some time, I thought what we had was a waste of time and energy, that life just pulled a prank on me. I was ready to believe my heart was stupid and my judgement was wrong until the day finally came–the day when things began to make sense.
I had this epiphany: If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be in the position I am now. If I weren’t in this position, I wouldn’t have the chance to fight for what I want, let alone succeeding. Looking back, I guess I partially owe my happiness to you.
You never apologized for the way you treated me. You didn’t show any remorse. You probably don’t deserve forgiveness. I forgive you even though you tried to tear me down. You just didn’t know better. You thought I was your average girl. Trying to destroy me only made me stronger, happier and better. It steered me to the place I truly belong.
My heart was right all along, just not in the way I had imagined. I will always, always listen to my heart no matter what.