"I never thought you could love someone too much, but maybe I was wrong."

It was the truth.

And it had taken Blair that long to realize it.

The moment it finally dawned on her was after the whole Jack incident.

She was going to Jack in exchange for her boyfriend, the love of her life, to get his hotel back. The old Blair would've never done that. This Blair was willing to do anything for Chuck. She loved him more than she loved herself.

Wrong move.

Loving someone too much will get you nowhere. Basically, it ended up with her getting screwed over. Getting her heart broken.

Breaking up with him was definitely a good choice, no matter how much it hurt her. Because no matter how distraught she was, and how angry, she still loved that bastard too much.

Every time they met she had to do everything in her power to not give into him.

"We are magnetic. Our pull is as undeniable as ever"

He was right.

They always found their way back to each other.

But not this time, she promised herself.

Wrong.

Given the option of losing him forever was a no brainer.

She would choose him.

No matter what, she would always choose him.

Because she loved him more than he would ever know.

Well, she sure as hell didn't count on Dorota's water breaking the exact moment she chose to go meet Chuck at the top of the Empire State Building.

But being the naïve girl she still was, she thought Chuck knew her good enough to know that she would go meet him, and that the only reason that she would get there late is if something important came up.

Once again, she was proven wrong.

He slept with Jenny Humphrey.

That skank.

Stupid bitch.

Brooklyn trash.

She could come up with more names for her, but she wasn't worth wasting her breath for.

And the worst part?

His reason.

"I thought you didn't love me anymore"

Bullshit.

By now, after a lifetime of knowing of each other, he still couldn't figure her out.

She thought he knew her well enough.

She trusted him.

Well now, she knew better.

Apparently, he didn't know her at all.

Didn't trust her either.

Now, he had left her broken.

She didn't show it because she didn't want anyone to worry for her. She'd already taken care of herself throughout most of her life. Blair Waldorf had given her heart to Chuck Bass, man-whore and richest kid in Manhattan because she thought he'd changed. That he'd become a better man for her. But deep down in inside, he would always remain that selfish boy that he used to be. That night, he proved her right.

It had now been 6 months since the incident. Sure she'd seen him countless times at different social events, but she always avoided him. Once in a while, she'd sneak a peek at him and their eyes would lock. She'd feel like she did that night in Victrola. Like the only girl in the room. The most beautiful girl in the room. Wanted. But then, he would look away and she'd feel like nothing. Worthless. Broken.

Now she sat in front of her cherry wood desk. She was writing a psychology essay on heartbreak. Something that she was now very experienced in. Now all she needed was the last 3 sentences of her essay and she was done. Well they came to her with ease.

Along the way, I've learned that you can't let anyone in too far and you can't trust endlessly. The biggest mistake you can make is to care or love someone more than yourself, because then you are just setting yourself up for disappointment. Boundaries are necessary so that you can protect yourself, because once you're broken, you'll never be fully fixed.