So I got out of the cab ready to explode, but it all just went away. And that was it, at that moment I wasn't angry anymore. I could see she was meant to be with him. You may think your only choices are to swallow your anger or to throw it in someone's face, but there's a third option: you can just let it go. And only when you do that is it really gone and you can move forward. That was the perfect ending to a perfect love story, it just wasn't mine. Mine was still out there, waiting for me.