Finding Myself

When it all changed.

Him.
I used to think that someone like him would never be apart of my life. Or that if he was, he'd only be a friend. Little did I know that the impact that he would leave on my life would change me forever. When I first met him I thought he was a complete weirdo. A rude, irritating, complete waste of my time to be honest. But once we got know each other I realized he wasn't a waste of my time. That I actually wanted to be friends with him. He became a very important person in my life but still I never thought that he would be come so important that when he left, I'd feel so incomplete.
The next year we had classes together and there was one class that he was the only person that I knew and actually wanted to talk to. Throughout the year we got closer and closer. I began to dread the days when I didn't talk to him or see him. Then a month before school ended was the happiest month of my life. That month I realized that I didn't want to be just friends with him and I guess he realized the same. So we started dating. I'll never forget that moment. In that moment I was so happy that nothing that could ruin it. We were together for a year. We fell in love. Or so I thought we did. He made me so happy. And then a year later came that day........
This is another day I will never forget. That day I was happy. Until I saw him at lunch. In that very moment everything that I had just came crumbling down. We broke up...I don't think I have ever cried so much in my life. When he left I felt like he took a part of me with him. I miss him to this day. But I should be happy right? We've gone back to being strangers. But the only thing that has changed is that he's happy with someone else and well I haven't been happy lately. I've lost myself somewhere along the way. But I should be happy that he's happy right? Because that's what love is right? Or is it wrong?