I'm mostly disappointed. Disappointed that I wasn't proven wrong. I wished on every star and I still can't accept why that didn't work. I need to know that I'm wrong.
Once again this thought floats beneath the surface of my conscious mind; done is what had to be done.
I hope it has some truth to it. I'm wondering that if this wasn't the right thing to do would I still be with him? Maybe I'm just feeling guilt now. At this point, I'm glad I don't believe in regrets.
If I wasn't happy I think maybe it's okay but I can't help the memories from flooding back with their familiar tugs and tears.
I want them to stop.
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