No revenge

I am told I am being cryptic. So I'm going to write in plain English. How can someone who made you happy suddenly make you sad? How can someone you give your heart to break it into one million pieces? How can someone who is your world just flush it away? That is what I cannot understand, although it's in the distant past now. And intense love can change. You just want to kick the son of a bitch to the kerb. Because he really was the son of a bitch anyway. But another question pops up. If someone says they love you, then how can they make the worst and most dramatic of exits? Why? For God's sake I might not be perfect, but I know of less perfect girls and they make do. And all along I though it was my fault, my fault because when it comes to men, reason just flies out of the window and suddenly comes through the back door. And now it comes to, how can I be so angry at someone I loved? How can I be so livid as to call him a bastard? Because that's the way it is. I cannot even get revenge. Revenge is sweet, yes that's probably not what contributes to diabetes though. Because I've never got my revenge. I'll just have to let go. It's already late in the day, but I'll try. Let go, forget, and move on. For my own sake.