Someone who means a lot to me hurt my feelings real bad when I told her how I was feeling. "How can you be depressed if you're so happy all the time?" And I just shook my head and said, "you're lucky you don't know the answer to that question.
I've never had my heart broken as badly as you did. Being wrongly accused of terrible things hurt like nothing else that's ever happened to me. My heart has been beaten and battered by the man I love most in the world, and still, I can't hate you.