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So you broke my heart. It's been years since that day, the day that I told you I liked you, and you replied with the two words that tore my beating muscle to shreds. You said, "I'm sorry." The words that followed next didn't even matter after that, because I knew that there were no more chances, not for us, anyway.
Now we're miles apart. And somehow, someway, I was able to mend my broken heart. You're okay now. So am I. But sometimes I wonder what I would say to you, if I were given the chance to see you again.
To the person who broke my heart:
Thank you. Thank you for teaching me that I could feel so strongly about a person, that I could love so fiercely, and that I'm capable of caring for another person with all my heart.
Don't worry. When you broke my heart, you didn't destroy me. You made me stronger. You helped me realize that I could pick up the fragments of what I thought was my world, and piece myself back together.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for you. Because you didn't give me the chance to prove to you that I am worthy of loving, and being loved in return. I'm sorry that you never got the chance to see that.
I wish I could have told you all these things. Then at least you'd know that the day you broke my heart, was not the day that you broke me.
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