Finding Me

"YOU'RE ugly." Everyone snickered.

It was becoming a overused insult at this point. Even I knew I was ugly. It didn't hurt when they stated the obvious.

"At least I passed Grade 11. I can get plastic surgery while you have to live with the fact that you failed.", I said. Completely over this whole confrontation I turn my back on Lisa.

"At least my mommy ain't a homewrecker."

Silence.

It's almost as if she physically punched me. All the air left my chest. She looked me dead in the eye and turned around. Satisfied with herself that she finally broke me.

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Losing your closest friend is more painful than going through a breakup. It's the type of pain I wouldn't wish on anyone.

How does one cure a broken heart caused by breaking up of a friendship?

How does one heal and start opening up their heart to people after going through such a traumatic experience?

How does one learn to love oneself and learning the art of forgiveness?