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by Jules
Rated: E · Monologue · Romance/Love · #1651991
She had a "what if?" that I inadvertently made come true.
After stumbling across some, lets call it research, on a social networking site, I have learned that I played a key role in making someone's 'what if?' come true. After figuring this out I wasn't quite sure how I felt about it. I was key a key player in someone elses love story. Talk about a buzz kill. Her what if came true in large part due to my heartache. Allow me to explain.

He and I had each made several feeble attempts to make it work. As opposed to one or two large attempts that the both of us so wanted. And I suppose, in retrospect, that says a lot the relationship he and I had. It was a good one for the most part but at the end of the day and the end of the relationship, neither one of us was willing to sacrifice certain things for one another to make it work. In my book, amazing love doesn't come without sacrifices. Except, in said love, because you are so deeply in love those "sacrifices" are never considered to be so. Nonetheless, he and I did love each other. Our love wasn't the kind of love that will go down in history but it was still love and it felt great and that counts for something. This fact does make me a little sad that we didn't believe in our love as much as we could have. I am a firm believer in the saying, "Things fall apart so other things can fall together." So, inevitably, he and I feel apart so him and her could fall together.

From my understanding, she had wanted to be with him long before I entered his world. This piece of information makes her story that much more triumphant. You see, although I suffered from a broken heart, it served a purpose and that is something that my mended heart can appreciate. I have decided that my involvement was a necessary detour in their love story. A tangent in their equation. I am actually quite happy for her; for them. At the end of day, love is was it is all about. I am happy to be a part of their love story. Maybe, one day I will be a part of my own.
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