it just ends and it could’ve splintered into a thousand directions. i wonder if anything would be the same? if anything i did or said mattered?
i don’t know. i regret the choices i made because i hurt myself trying to help myself. ironic, huh? the only thing that’s certain is that i have ALWAYS loved you and understood why. and i never doubt for a moment that your being with me is exactly how it’s meant to occur.