My battle with regret

Have you ever asked yourself
When is it my turn to be happy?
Living the pain he had caused,
But doesn't even talk about it? Or even explain why?
Seeing him walk the streets of a sunny day
Talking with his charming bright smile,
that I used to see.
Helping the woman I call my grandma Marie.
After seeing him again
Brought the memory,
When he called me plain
The time I caught him with my best friend Jane.
I hate the moment when suddenly my Anger turns into tears.
It hurts when you realize you aren't as important to someone as you thought, you were.
I realized the saddest thing in the world is falling out of Love, If once someone has never been in Love.