regret.

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.

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