Bitter

The date today is October 22nd . Three years ago from today would've been my third anniversary with him. My third year of happiness with him and at that time it was the greatest thing that could've happen to me, but not only did I not realize it wasn't a blessing but a waste of time and a curse. My first love which I'd always hoped would be my last became the very thing that would make me abhor the word love.
Bitter, That's exactly what I had become. Bitter towards anything and everything that constantly reminded me of love. Things such as babies, flowers, couples and dates.
Shame, I had felt that the first whole year. So shameful that I had been blinded by love into letting a manipulative bastard in playing me.
Regret, That I had let him in my life hoping he would fill the spot that had always been vacant in my heart, but all he did was tear my heart out and trample all over it.

Never did I think I would be able to experience heartbreak but little naïve me didn't realise that anything can happen to anyone even the most fortunate. Out of everything bad (or in my case, disastorous) comes good.