Hindsight

In those moments of hindsight, it seemed everything could have been perfect and a part of me really wanted to give it another go; to watch Coco grow up. Why didn't they happen in our three years? I guess we could be honest and rational now without the distractions of emotion or pride. These what-ifs eat away at me. I still wonder...

Closure.

As a way of closure, I donated blood today and I will be going down to make a donation to the Children's Cancer Society on Monday. Feels right.

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I worry that you will hate me forever. That we will never speak again.

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I am sorry.

Thank you Steve Jobs.

"Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. Your time is limited. Don't waste it living someone else's life"

The lovers are losing.

You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
Cause you don't like the way they seem to be going
You cut them up and spread them out on the floor
You're full of hope as you begin rearranging
Put it all back together
But anyway you look at things
Looks like
The lovers are losing

Tortured.

Without the pressure, I wouldn't have started thinking and evaluating and perhaps I wouldn't have lost the feeling. Today, I feel like I owe it to her and me to give it another shot, a last shot? But would that be for the best? We'll know at the end of this month.

For the best.

To the first girl I could truly say "I love you" to.

I am sorry.

This is for the best.

Even if we both can't see it now.

I am sorry.

What have I thrown away?

I am selfish.

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

I am sorry,

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

I am sorry

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

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I am sorry.

I am sorry.

I am sorry.