You loved him.
All your adult life, you had loved him with all you had.
You knew nothing will ever come of it. Yet you kept loving him.
It happened exactly like you thought it would.
One day you told him how much you thought about him, the way his smile lit up your day, the moment when he remembered to call you at the end of the day with a friendly hello, it became the highlight of your day.You were in love with him.
He did not love you.Not like you loved him anyway.Your were heartbroken.You were depressed.You lived.
You met her.
You liked the way her eyes crooked up when she smiled.
She shared your belief in the healing powers of funny cat-videos on internet and laughed at your attempts at being funny.
You did not know when you fell for her.
You got drawn to her like moth to a fire.
You made love to her like your life depended on it.
She said she loved you.
It was not a fling.Not for you.Not for her.
She already had someone else.
She chose him over you.
This time you did not even flinch.
It was going to be hard.
But you would live.