"The only thing that can really heal a broken heart…is time." – Ted Mosby, How I Met Your Mother
I was in a relationship for almost four years. Both of our families and our friends knew about our love story. It was Facebook official, which meant tons of "I love yous" on each other's Walls and quite the public display of social media affection. I must admit that those messages that should have probably sent in private were probably annoying to some.
For weeks, he was already giving me the cold shoulder, which I grew suspicious of. I got worried about his constant refusal to talk to me. He would go out more often than usual—without me. My friends would reassure me saying he just might be busy. So that’s what I let myself believe. I pushed the thought that he was "busy" with somebody else at the back of my mind.
Last Christmas, he called and told me that there was another girl. He simply said, "It's over. I'm not happy anymore. I was meaning to tell you for weeks now." Just like that. And I do remember my last words, "I know you're going to come running back to me." This wasn’t the first time he had cheated on me. I guess I was being stubborn, but I knew in my heart that he'd still come to his senses and come back to me. Or at least that was what I was hoping for.
Six months before that phone call, he cheated on me for the first time. I was devastated. When I first heard about it, I threw my phone at the wall. I find it funny now, looking back at the things I have done because of him. For weeks, I couldn't eat, sleep, or think properly. I was listening to a lot of Taylor Swift and Maroon 5 songs and even had a "Sawi" Playlist. I can finally laugh about it now. But I acted so silly then; please don't judge me.
I have been telling myself that I am good enough for him. I have been the girl that was left behind, I should be okay. I have been thinking of all his mistakes, and can't help but quote Miley Cyrus, "He's vain, his games, he's insecure. He loves me but likes her."
And then one day, I composed myself and thought, "I need to get over this." First, I kept myself busy with school—tried to involve myself in all the opportunities that were available to me. I was so desperate to prove I'd be better after he left me. It took me weeks to accept that fact. And Ted Mosby's right, time really heals a broken heart. Sometimes, the best way to be happy is to learn to let go of things you tried so hard to hold on to that are no longer good for you. I actually thank him for leaving me because if it weren't for him, I would never be who I am right now. I used to put myself in a box. Now I am out of my comfort zone. Thank you. It's about time to let my walls come down.
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