Living 'thing'

That time when I was ignoring all happenings around me and having fun with internet, my hand leads me to a page where I saw something I never wanting to know. It is always hard to know that what is yours was actually someone's belonging in the other day at the past. The worst of all, if you notice your 'belonging' still think on what owned her at those days. Well this is ridiculous. But knowing I can accept the past of my belonging, convince me to know that I do really love her, someone who belongs to me.