"It’s just a usual heartbreak story.
I went abroad for several months, and there I met her. We started to go out. At first I didn’t think it was so serious. But I saw that she was madly in love with me. And I started to love her more and more. She became everything for me. The One. We both thought it was our destiny. When I went home, we promised each other to wait. I knew I would see her in about a year, and then, maybe in about three or four years I would be able to go to work in her country, and then we would be able to get married. Then it all seemed to be almost decided.
After I left home, we went on writing letters to each other, calling each other every day. And suddenly, after nearly half a year, she told me that she was now in love with another guy. I was devastated, I was broken. I never knew that one can feel such pain. I was thinking of committing suicide, and the only thing that prevented me from doing that was that I knew that it would be too cruel to my relatives, my friends, and maybe to her too.
Several weeks have passed. It still hurts like hell, though I don’t cry every day anymore. I still feel like I used to have a future, a dream - and now I have none. What is most painful is that maybe subconsciously I knew that our love was doomed from the very beginning."
It's like I'm seeking to join Heartbreakees Anonymous.
