...was, what I still believe to be, the happiest day of my life.
I met him. I finally met him.
We had been speaking for a month before. Our first date could not have gone any better.
Within that year I fell in love, we made future plans, went on holiday for his birthday, which is when my world came crashing down and I found out the extent of his betrayal.
Saddest part - we had already planned this weekend. I keep thinking about where I should be now. The pub I should be been sitting in with him. Happy and content and celebrating. We were going to go back to where we met and re-live our first date.
But now I am alone and angry and desperately hurt. And discarded.
And I keep thinking, a year ago today....