I have just noticed that I am literally the same spot I was in a year go. Same, physical spot. It is a funny feeling to look to where I was then and where I am now. One year ago, I just broken up with my girlfriend and I miserable. I felt cheated because I have given my heart and soul to this girl to only have her toss it away as it was nothing. I felt alone because I had no one to talk to. Work and summer classes left my days booked and my nights were short so I could get sleep. My thoughts and feelings were the only things that kept me company. I was angry because friends who should have sided with me sided with her because she was “victim,” though she was the one who stabbed me. I felt sadness because a person I cared for is now out of my life and I will never have her again. I felt hopeless because I could not imagine a better life without her. And I was impatient because I knew time would heal my wounds, but I wanted them healed then and there. I remember clearly, I was cursing fate.

Two weeks from now is the anniversary of meeting my current girlfriend. One year ago I could not imagine meeting a person as great as her. One year ago I felt that everyone in the world is fucked up and no woman is worth my time. One year ago I was ready to accept my life as a social pariah, no friends, no problems. One year ago I thought I could not find better than her and my one chance of true happiness left me like she left me.

Two weeks from today. I met someone who is the light of my life. Someone who sets up scavenger hunts for me on Valentine’s Day. Someone who takes every opinion of mine to heart and will do anything for me. Someone who will put up with me calling her up at 4am so I could tell her how I figured out a certain problem. Someone who needs to hear my voice before she goes to sleep. Someone who has to tell me first about new news or gossip. Someone who loves and cares for me with every beat of her heart.

I will never curse fate again.