Her, always her.

I will kick myself fo as long as I can remember. I still have no idea why I decided to leave her.

I'm sorry.

"If I live 'till I can no longer climb my stairs, I just don't think I'll ever get over you."

I can only hope for the best from the mess that I have made. I can only hope to find her one day perfectly fine. That day will come and we'll run into each other, she will shine as she always has and me with my burning pride I'll still be convincing myself I did what I needed to do to move on...


Tha paranoia and jealousy are sinking in...