You are a bad boy, for breaking her heart

I've just read a love novel from one of my favorite author. It's the sort of story that could bring you back to the time when you truly did love someone but lost him. I love those kind of stories where you break up with your true love and eventually get back together after years. Cliche, I know. But it's so romantic to me. I don't think you can fall in love many many times in your life. A couple of times top. Your first love is important because that's when the love is pure, innocent and full of hope and faith. After that you are never what you started out to be. You know what it's like to get your heartbroken. You know how to keep a certain distance so you wouldn't hurt so much when you part, you know the truth to love. It doesn't always last. I know it's sounds like duh! But I think nobody starts off thinking it will end. Which bring me back to my point of how romantic it is to go back to your first love/true love even after you separated. It's as if it's fated. No it is fated. It's meant to be and it's written in the stars and approved by god or something. It's like how you go around a maze and finally reach where you are meant to end up at. But maybe it's just me, wanting to know and prove that what I had was real. I do admit I questioned myself over the years. Looking at the past makes you view things from many different perspective. I settled on a couple and decided that I really did love him. Albeit not perfectly, but in the best way I could, slowly but surely. I took a while to be sure but time was not on my side. On the other hand, I think he didn't love me but I would like to think he did. But it would contradict with everything I'm trying to prove. That real love lasts and it never stops. I'm quite confused too at this point but well I've gotten over hanging on to the rope with what little of it that I had. It's not that I hate moving on later, it's the regrets and unanswered questions that would forever be plaguing me. I hope that one day I can finally come to terms with myself and put the past where it is. As of now, I'm perfectly alright and happy just the way I am. However I do feel quite stunted over the years. Disappointments are bound to make you more cynical.