I got lucky when I met my most recent ex. I had dated a girl before her but she was the first to make me feel a kind of happiness I'd never felt. I'm a quiet, introverted guy (scorpio) and kept to myself a lot. Because of this I never had many friends and had very low self-esteem. But it was in high school when my ex, the prettiest girl in school then, had her eye on me. I got to know about it and wasted no time in making my move, though powered false confidence. The times I spent with her were the best I'd ever had, and I can honestly say I was in love. I got too attached. Things eventually went sour after the honeymoon period was over and we parted ways. That was 3 years ago. My life went back to being dark and lonely, my self-esteem back to sh*t. I was diagnosed with depression. Even suicidal at one point. And it hasn't been the same since I had a taste of that kind of happiness. Maybe that's why I can't move on.