If the person we were that day didn’t meet, would I be the same? Would I feel as badly as I do? I’m not necessarily bitter, or remorseful, or maybe even lingering over past emotions. But I just wonder… would I be as guarded as I am now if you didn’t do the things you did, or say the things you said? You were the only person that made me feel so alive, yet you were also the only person who’s capable of killing me. And you did. Sadly, you did. I never would have expected you to, but you did. There’s a lot of things I wouldn’t mind rewriting if I could. I wouldn’t mind going back to that one day and change everything all over again. But then again… I wouldn’t be the same person. I wouldn’t know as much as I do. The truth about forever, and promises, and all those days constantly wishing for you, well… I wouldn’t have figured out any of that. So, I don’t regret any of it. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t.
