It took him three months to apologize. Three! After all we had shared together he couldn't just say "I'm sorry". Of course, he had said he regreted what he had done. But only because of the inconveniences he had to deal with afterwards.

At first I was devastated. It hit me so hard. The disappointment, the change which always brings uncertainty. And I didn't think twice when the chance to shelter into the closest thing to love I knew came along: "You are so weak" I would tell myself, but still I went on.

There are no accidents, indeed. If I was going to break free from my ties I had to bet on everything without looking back. And I did.
I did, and I lost. I lost and I won, all at once. I won and I was free. Free but deeply hurt.