Life! Love! Hurt! Karma! // My Personal Reflection

Don't call me evil, but for some random reasons my mind screamed, I knew it when I found out that my ex didn't end up with the person I saw him with years ago after our breakup.
Trust me the whole thing happened so fast, I didn't have enough time to brood over our sudden breakup or even had the time to really think things through, I fought my emotions with everything in me just because I didn't have the luxury of time to waste on tears of a supposed breakfast ( what we call sad or heartbreaking breakups over here). I had so many things on my table at the moment, real time issues that were there looking me in the eyes, so I had to be strong, pick up the pieces of my broken self and move on with my life like it didn't hurt so much even when it did.
Months later after a comeback, I decided I didn't want that for myself, moving on meant moving on for real for me, so I couldn't possibly look back, and because of that, he found someone else, I wouldn't say entirely new person, or I mean I can't tell if the new girl was actually new or anything or if they've known each other long before.
I only found her almost every day on his status, something I was angry to see but also eager to know what's up sometimes. So I thought, what was all the flaunting about? Why try so hard to showcase her to the world, what was all the rush all about? My somewhat sad little mind said it wouldn't last, or maybe it was just a wishful thought that it doesn't last (again I will say don't call me evil)
I hate to admit that it might actually be a huge lie when most of us say that we wish our exes well or that they end up happy after such a heartbreaking experiences, a good number of those people are lying, they don't actually wish their exes well.
I used to think I was an exemption until my mind kept proving me otherwise or until I saw how happy he was and how well he was doing just after serving me what felt like breakfast, though it was a year or months later I think.

^{Photo is mine}

Today I'm reminded of how much I was wronged for having chosen love, how much I held onto someone I loved only to be abandoned because of trivial matters.
I promise I'm no longer hurting, I'm no longer living in the past brooding over what went wrong. I just discovered that perhaps I was rather fortunate and it was never my fault and that I didn't have to blame myself for choosing love and being vulnerable with the one person I truly loved, but the whole mess changed my narrative about love and vulnerability, I was never the same around people that processed love to me ever again, it became a real struggle to reciprocate any form of love that was expressed or given to me, well, untill last year that I learned to open up again.
So like I mentioned earlier, for some reason I felt the new relationship wouldn't last either because somehow they weren't a match phewww, I'm sorry to say, but then again I was right, it just took a while for me to realize this truth and I wouldn't say serve them right because I don't know the situation or what caused their breakup but I don't really think I care cause it's none of my business.
It's just me reflecting on the life, love, lies, truth, pain, hurt that happened some years ago and being thankful for how far I've come after that incident.