I realized while driving in the rain that I have trouble admitting that I made the wrong decision about us. I found myself thinking about you and the way things might have been if I put you first. I know we both accept/admit that we are different people now…after not being together for 2 years, but we loved each other at a point in time, and somehow that memory doesn’t seem to be disappearing as easily as had I thought.
I don’t enjoy admitting regret over anything…does anyone? It’s not regret…it’s more of a curiosity about how we would be, who we would be.
