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It's been 5 months since I last kissed my would be fiancé, 2 months since we officially broke up, and at first, the pain caused me to faint and couldn't hide the tears that would sneak passed my smile. Because I found out she was interested in another guy since before Thanksgiving and they started dating a few weeks before the affection stopped. It was killing me. The hate, the misery that I had with a ring that I was going to get on a knee to give, but I can't give to her. Forgive and live. Because you won't realize the opportunities that arise from the separation, not another relationship per say, but the new friendships and climbing ahead from where you once were. It has been a month and a half since I heard her voice call my name, and that last time was putting me down as she had when she started conversing with that guy, but they didn't work out, which I am sorry for, because she made the mistake, not me. I have no hatred, just hopes that she will realize her faults soon so that she can find someone stronger than I was.