Well, I'm not really broken up about anything. That isn't really my way of dealing with things, I just get drunk and forget about it a few weeks later, but one thing kept on my mind I guess. A kind of what if scenario.
A couple of years ago I bumped into this girl I used to be friends with in high school, we got on great, and started hanging out a lot. I didn't expect her to have romantic feelings for me, since she was a blonde, tanned, skinny model with brains... But apparently she did, and she broke up with her boyfriend and I asked her out (going off our mutual friend telling me she liked me like that).
We went out, hooked up, went on some wild trip to Thailand for 20 days almost immediately - which was the most amazing time of my life. Things kept going for several months afterwards, but she started to mess around with hard drugs in the last month and made a few friends who were rather high up the criminal underworld. Anyway, she had this creepy 30 year old dealer who would give her and her friends free drugs, but he always had a thing for her - and despised me for having her. Anyway, that new years eve she wouldn't even kiss me in front of him for fear of losing her free drug supply, and I thought fuck it, this is new years and I'm not going to hold back on showing my affection for the girl I liked/loved(though I hate using that word), even though I had in the past for her.
But new years, screw it. I called her on it when we were alone and while she gave me a kiss then, she wouldn't show me any affection near this guy. I wanted her to choose me over drugs, but in the end addiction is a strong lover. She said there was no problem, but me being a drunk idiot, I couldn't take the hit to my pride and live with it for the night, and we had a massive fight about it.
We saw each other a few times after that, sleeping together, but it was awkward.... And it just sort of fizzled from there. Now in my stupid way of dealing with things, I didn't get devastated and try and win her back, I just went out and got drunk and hooked up with whatever girl wanted me for the next few weeks.
I have a new girlfriend now, a year and a half after I last saw her, but I always wonder what would have happened if I could swallow my pride for a moment. So there, I miss a girl who was perfect physically, who could hold an interesting discussion with me and was studying at uni with me. We thought almost exactly alike about most things, had the same interests (she was into guy stuff which was great, and fun stuff like jetskiing and bungee jumping).
Damn this insufferable pride of mine!