I've always been a flirt. I never gave my heart to anyone, and I never met anyone who could take it, until I met HER.

She wasn't really everything I wanted in a lady, but she was beautiful and smart. One thing I disliked about her was that she barely spoke to me. I mostly did all the talking. But I noticed that with others, she was free and somewhat talkative with them, at least more than she was with me, and I couldn't wrap my head around it.

That didn't stop me from chasing her, though. Time went by and she became my girlfriend. I was surprised too, because she soon became “everything” I couldn't afford to lose.

But as in most relationships, we had our hurdles to face. We were deep in our relationship for a year. I'd never been in one that lasted so long. By then, we were already graduates, but we made time to see each other.

So one night, we had a serious argument and I couldn't get it out of my head. So I decided to go to her house in the morning to apologize. I couldn't catch my breath at the scene I saw. I met her with the same colleague we had argued about. He was in her house, with alcohol bottles all over the table, and she was half-dressed wearing his jacket.

Oh God, I couldn't fathom the pain I was going through. I was burning with rage, my heart wrenching, and I couldn't breathe properly. I was disappointed. I couldn't stay there one more second. She chased after me to explain, but no, I couldn't stand the sight of her. All the thoughts going through my head then were: Why? The one girl I was loyal to, why? How could she do that to me?

I left in a fit of rage and sadness. I went back to my house, picked up my phone, and called my ex. She came over and was there until evening. Then the real trouble erupted: my girlfriend came and saw my ex. I could see the hurt in her eyes, but she chose not to leave until we spoke.

The moment my ex left, I spoke. I confirmed that I had slept with my ex and that I did it to get back at her. She couldn't stand the pain anymore, and she left. It was over between us. I didn't need anyone to tell me that, but I didn't want to feel guilty. I justified my actions with the fact that she had cheated first.

After about a week that felt like hell, I heard a knock on my door. When I opened it, guess who I saw? Her colleague. He was standing in front of me. He said he wanted to talk to me. I felt like punching him in the face, but I held myself back.

What he told me felt like a thousand needles piercing my heart. I couldn't believe my ears. I just wanted to talk to my girlfriend at that moment.

I quickly went to her house, but she had no intention of speaking to me. I pleaded with her, and she agreed. I told her that I had just found out the truth about that night. I knew now that nothing had happened between her and her colleague, and I wanted us back together.

Her response hurt me more. She said she couldn't be with me anymore. She couldn't be with a man who couldn't trust her or listen to her explanation, and she couldn't be with a man who, at the first big argument, called his ex over.

She made it clear that it was over between us. I felt like even more of a failure because I now knew it wasn't her fault after all. It was mine. I was the one who ended us. I was the ruin of us.

To this day, I still love her. And if she were to call me right now, if she wanted us back together, if there were a way we could be together, I'd take that opportunity over and over. I'd love her over and over.