I’m just lying here in bed, wishing things has ended differently with him and I.
I wish I had done things differently. I wish I had met him first. I wish we could have had a chance to see if there really was something there.
He will always be my biggest regret in life. I am probably his, as well. But sadly, for 2 very different reasons.
In a way, I get to make it all up to him….reparation for my wrongdoings and any pain I have caused him….by staying out of his life and letting him be happy.
My last act of love for him was letting him go.
I guess I finally got it right.