Regret (Part 2.5)

I wish I had told you about my drinking problem.

But I didn’t.

I wish I had told you that it was all because because of my drinking problem.

But I didn’t, and it wasn’t.

The more I think about it, the more I realize that I’ve been wrong all along. The love I think of doesn’t die easily. It doesn’t move on.

It might fade, but it’s always there. Even when you wish it was gone. Even when it kills you.

As I sit here, I think I have a new understanding. I think I know why things ended up the way that they did.

It wasn’t me, it was us.

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