5 years ago, I found myself involved with a man a few years older than me. I grew attached quickly. I have learnt a lot about myself, about who I am, through him. It didn't last long, but I never found myself able to close that door. I keep going back to that time when I felt less cynical about things and more optimistic about them.
He's moved on with his life. Gotten busy with things. I recently found out he was particularly successful with what he was doing in his life. I felt happy for him.
Today he called, told me the good news. It *is* good news, I'm extremely happy for him. It's been something he's wanted, even when I was with him. Today he got engaged.
I'm a cacophony of emotions right now, I don't know whether I should smile for him, or lay on the floor and wail about it.
I am happy for him. I'm happy he's getting to start a family, he would light up when he talked about getting married and getting kids. That's why I'm happy for him. It's the best thing he wanted, which I couldn't give.
I am happy for him, but I feel sad for myself that I was never a possibility for him.
I am happy for him, I want it to be the best thing that has happened to him.