I've never had my heart broken as badly as you did. Being wrongly accused of terrible things hurt like nothing else that's ever happened to me. My heart has been beaten and battered by the man I love most in the world, and still, I can't hate you.
It isn't fair when you know a simple thought from them could rearrange you. All that remains is the hope that somewhere along the way you discarded a stronger more vivacious version of yourself. A fragment to be called upon when you have nothing left.