Today is turning out to be a rather depressing day.
I go to work and all is well.
Then I start thinking of her. I remember all the good times we had. I think of all the fights we had and how we always bounced back from them. I remember asking her to marry me and meaning it with all of my heart. I remember her crying and barely being able to squeak out a “Yes”. I remember that on new years day she came home from her friends and tells me she is leaving. I remember how I cried myself to sleep for days on end knowing that her and the twins would be out of my life.
It’s been 11 and a half months and I still regret letting her go. I regret not locking the door and making her stay. I regret not being there for her more. I regret not telling her every hour of every day that I love her. I regret not buying her flowers more. I regret not kissing her forehead as she slept every single night.
Now she has someone else. She has a whole new life. A happy life. One I could t give her.
I hate myself for all of it.