"do you regret it?" she asked me. and i always knew questions like that were going to come my way; but maybe that wasn't such a bad thing after all. maybe that was the opportunity for me to finally admit the truth to myself.
and so i told her, "no--no, i don't regret it", and for once i could look back on this love without a heavy heart, or words burning in my throat and tripping over my own words - instead i could accept it for what it was, "just because the end was confusingly painful, doesn't mean i didn't enjoy what i had. people come and go all the time, it's just a matter of when".
she just looked at me, with the same realization in her eyes and then she asked, "would you change anything through?". i never told her this but there was a lot of things i would've changed, and there're a lot of things i never got to say or do, but i don't know maybe that's for the better and so i just told her, "i think i should've let him go before it was too late, but uh," and i let out a little chuckle, "it was too late , it was too late for anything. i just couldn't fix what was already broken".
-c.f. // I never meant to love anyone more than they loved me.
