Cross paths

I have never ever thought of people who had caused me to cry buckets as BAD.
I've never hated them too.
If they have broken my heart, they must have been special to my heart.
And to be special, their hearts are what matter to me- their kindness.
And how could one hate kind people, whom countless times had been the reasons behind our smiles and laughters?
Perhaps circumstances and my imperfections had actually caused our paths to never cross again.
And for that, I regret and sincerely apologize..
I truly am.