I took time, I survived for almost four months. Trying so hard to be happy, to smile in front of my parents, to actually act like I was fine. But, I was dying inside I cried almost every night.
Not because of the right hopes I expected from him, but that one-hour phone call, I didn't deserve any explanation. Really.
Everything was wrong from the beginning. But I was glad, and still glad that I received an offer to a university which I start a new life there and happiness does really surround me.
It's time to forget him and start a new life. I met many good people.
Today, I forgive him for all the heartache and I thank him for the love I received during that few years. I'm still one of his friend today and I pray for his happiness. I'm thankful for everything in my life. For the people that Allah lends me. For the lessons I've learned. For this hijab I start to wear it everyday. I'm still not a perfect girl but I'm trying, to love and to be loved.
