My first semester away from home was definitely the best semester I've had of college so far, but it was also very hard. They're right when they say you get homesick and lonely at first, but it get's better.

This semester I thought I fell in love with someone but quickly realized I was just filling a void in a way that I don't recommend. I looked for the companionship of a man who wasn't fully invested in me instead of the companionship of my friends who want the best for me. It hurt to find out that he wasn't invested as much as I was, but nothing hurt as much as when I found out him dating someone in the same group as me.

It broke my heart at first, but with time it stopped hurting.

When I was younger, I used to be the type of person to hold grudges and not know how to let go of things or people that hurt me. I wasn't necessarily sure how to feel in this situation because it was something that had never happened to me before. At first I wished so much bad on this man, but what for? I spent so much time focused on my hatred for him when he was moving on with another girl, not even thinking about me at all.

There was literally no point to keep holding a grudge against him if all it did was make me sad.

I stopped hurting and hating him. Yes, he hurt me that will never change. But the truth is he wasn't the man for me, and I wasn't the girl for him.

I don't hate him anymore and that was a huge step for me that took forever to get to. Like they say, the opposite of love is indifference. I'm indifferent towards him. I'm glad he has someone and I do hope that he doesn't do the same to her like he did to me. I truly hope he's changed and has a better life now.

I also want the best for myself too. I've realized that even though I thought at the time I was ready to settle down but I really wasn't. It might've been his time to be with someone, but it's my time to be by myself.

Being by yourself doesn't mean being lonely though and I'm slowly figuring that out. I'm surrounded by friends that supports and loves me in a way that I never knew friends could. I have a family that loves me dearly.

Sometimes a heart break can actually be a really good thing and with every heartbreak you get stronger.

So, like Ari would say, "thank you, next."