From Our Readers: If I Were The One Who Broke Your Heart

If I were brave enough, stupid enough, I could've broken your heart. If I were the one who broke your heart, maybe I wouldn't have cried the moment I got home that day. Then the memory of you wouldn't be as painful as it has been.

If I were the one who hurt you, your friends probably wouldn't have laughed at me when we'd crossed paths. And the embarrassment I felt for holding on when you clearly wanted to leave wouldn't have stuck with me for months.

If I were the one who made you cry, some people—strangers—wouldn't have looked at me with such great pity when they'd see me walking alone as if the only thing I did with my life was to sulk in sadness.

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