Two years ago I got my heart broken in the worst way possible. I got dumped the day after my birthday... I got dumped in way that could make anyone cringe. He simply stopped calling, texting, deleted me as a friend on Facebook and blocked me shortly thereafter, stopped all communication abruptly and mercilessly. I was pretty devastated even though I didn't let anyone know about my heartache to anyone except for the two of my closest friends. On the outside I upkept the appearance of a calm, collect person; on the inside I was nothing short of being dead.
A few months later I found his myspace where I saw that he started dating a new girl. It took him no time at all to get over me, while it took me about 6 months, if not longer, to get over him. I saw the picture of the happy couple posing for the camera on a Jersey beach, all smiley, tan, happy, carefree. He looked so innocent and friendly showing off his pearly whites, hand in hand with a new main squeeze. Not a trace of worry on his face, not a single residual memory of me.
Several months later, I found out that he proposed to this new girl. I found out that they were scheduled to get married in December 2009. I felt violated once again.
I hated him for a long time before I could finally let go of the burden. In a way, that short relationship that I had with him changed me forever. It made me more cynical, but it also made me a lot stronger. Do I regret ever getting involved with him? Actually, yes I do, to this day. Even though the pain is long gone, I still realize that I suffered over him for much longer than he deserved.
I think I finally got over him a year ago, when I developed a crush on a new boy de jeur. As the hilarious and sometimes true saying goes, the quickest way to get over an old guy is to get under a new one. And though I didn't exactly do that in a literal sense, having a new crush certainly helped me let go of the past.
I haven't thought about the guy in a long time but today, for some reason, I wondered about the state of things in his engagement. I googled his name and found the link to the couple's wedding web site again.
Except that it said that their page no longer existed. Intrigued, I googled some more... it appears that they either broke up or, at the very least, called off their engagement. All the traces of the wedding-planning activities have been taken down; all the wedding registries with their names disappeared as well. The pictures of the happy couple all but took a dive in the bottomess abyss of e-waste, all traces of the potential happily-ever-after erased forever, or at least, for the time being.
And though I am generally not a mean-spirited or ill-wishing person, I couldn't help but whisper with all the satisfaction in the world, "Take that, motherfucker..."