Forgot to add that now that I look back, I realise that throughout the time we were together, I had that kind of feeling that all those gifts, flowers, telephone calls, texts, etc. was more like the external side of the affair, as if he was (and I was somewhat like that, too! – remember the mirroring thing? – I wanted this to be the perfect, fairy-tale-like romance) trying to sort of show off or prove to himself that he was so hopelessly, forever in love with me. Similar to some people posting fantastic pictures on Facebook only to prove to themselves that nothing is missing in their lives.

He needs to be pitied, and you will grow spiritually so much that you would look back and become awed at the immense progress that you have made. I thank mine, I truly do, for those six years, because now I feel like in that one romance I got as much experience as I would have otherwise got in several romances totalling up to at least fifteen or twenty years of my life. As they say, never revenge the other by putting the other down; grow yourself, and you will kill two birds with one stone – the other will seem really small and you will have a wealth of knowledge and experience.

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