Here's the short and sweet version:
In high school, there was a girl that I never talked to because I was too shy… but she was, without a doubt, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She was prom queen, she won beauty contests... the works. It wasn't just her beauty that got me. She had my sense of humor, the same interests, and was unbearably kind hearted. One day, out of nowhere, as if it were fate, she approached me in the hallway and asked if I wanted to hang out after school. We did, and we kissed, and started dating. This was 5 years ago, the last time I remember being happy. We broke up because I had horrible self esteem and thought she didn't wanna be with me, and moved on to another girl a year later. 2 years later, when I was dating this other girl, I ran into my ex and we talked for a long time, but didn't take things any further. She told me she was dating this guy from her college and she was really happy. I realized, at this point, that I still loved this girl so I went home to break up with my current girlfriend because I didn't wanna stay in a relationship I wasn't even happy in. I broke up with the girl I was dating, and drove home, preparing to call my ex to meet up. Before I had the chance, the girl I had just broken up with texted me and told me she was going to kill herself. The guilt was too much so I went back to her place and took her back (the biggest mistake of my entire life). About 6 months later, I finally broke up with her because she cheated on me. A day later, as if it were fate, I ran into my ex again out in public and we sat down and had another talk. She told me that when we ran into each other 6 months prior, that she lied about having a boyfriend because she was still madly in love with me and didn't want me to feel bad for her. She told me that if I had asked her, she would have done anything without hesitating... that she would've married me. I told her that I loved her, and I'd marry her in a heartbeat. I still remember the look on her face when she said that she had been dating someone else for a few months and that she was getting married to him. Ever since then, I've been in and out of relationships unable to ever actually feel anything for anyone. I've tried every drug, had sex with every girl, and drank as much as anyone ever has and nothing makes it any better. It's been 3 years since that day, and I'm still waiting for the opportunity to get her back. I refuse to waste another chance.
I've never told anyone that story before. But I wrote a screenplay in college for my film class that followed these events word for word, because I just needed to get it out. My professor told me that he loved the script and that the constant tragedy made for a very entertaining story. That was the worst thing anyone has ever said to me.
The worst part of all this is that it's such a typical story that happens to people every day. And I know other people have much worse problems, and experience shit much worse every single fucking day. I've been through countless other tragedies since this all happened, family members and friends and pets have died.... but none of it felt nearly this bad.
TL;DR: Bawwww