Once people hear a bit of my backstory I get asked a reoccurring question as soon as they feel comfortable enough with me: "Do you still believe in love/marriage?"

The answer is always an astounding: "Hell yes, I do." With absolutely no hesitation.

I always knew I was meant to marry Ex-Mr, and vice versa. I think we both knew it was in our collective future, no question. We just didn't realize we weren't meant to be together for the long run and that our marriage would eventually have an end date.

Truth is, I can honestly say anyone would be lucky to be so sure, to fall so fucking hard and to love a person in the same way we did. Even if it was short-lived—it was all worth it.

The best compliment I ever gave him post-split was the following: "I would never 'Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind' you. Never."

If you've never seen that movie, please educate yourself. It's a good one. The premise is simple, broken-hearted (or simply broken) people hire a service in which they erase a person/relationship from their memory. It makes sense right? You don't have to deal if you have no recollection of the love and/or pain you shared with that particular person. It's quite the concept.

However I will roll with the different camp, the super cliché "better to have loved and lost, blah blah blah."

I have loved, as corny as that sounds, and TRUST—I despise being corny. I know the emotion well. So while people may pity me for my sad story, or be completely at a loss for words when they hear my history—don't. It's perfectly ok. I'm perfectly ok. In fact I find myself fortunate to have experienced true fucking love. Some go through their entire lives not knowing what that feels like. But me?

Been there. Felt that. And I'm looking forward to some form of round two in my life… ANY. MINUTE. NOW. *tumbleweed passes by*