22 years and 7 months.
At the age of 22, I felt the taste of heartbreak.
How it felt to be 'in love' with someone.
How it felt to have someone to talk to.
How it felt to have someone for daily calls and texts.
How it felt to have someone to receive the poetry that I read.
How it felt to have someone that cares for me.
How it felt to have someone that said he loves me too.
How it felt to have someone to talk about marriage, future, and kids.
How it felt to have someone you miss too.
How it felt to have someone you pray for their happiness and wellbeing.
(maybe their happiness would include me)
And
How it felt when someone that I love gave my number to his 'future wife'.
How it felt like when you became the meddler in their relationship.
How it felt like when you are just one of the girlfriends and scandals.
How it felt when someone broke the trust you have.
How it felt when someone said that he hates me and at the same time professing his love.
How it felt to cry for someone.
How it felt when someone apologizes and said things are in the past.
How it felt being the chaser and chased.
How it felt being ignored.
How it felt being taken for granted.
How it felt being desperate.
How it felt being sad.
To summarize it all, at the age of 22 years and 7 months, I met a douchebag.
After 7 months, the realization hits me.
Was it love? Lust? Filling loneliness?
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