Wondering.

 It's so nice to know that I'm not alone in a world of regrets. Most
say, I regret nothing, but the truth is we all regret
something--something every single day of our lives, something that
haunts our soul. I let go of love about a year ago because I was
scared, because I didn't think I was good enough for him. He begged me
to stay, but my head and heart did not agree. My head told me that
moving six hours from my family and my hometown was a lousy decision
for love. I quickly met another man. He gave me everything I needed in
life. He gave me a reason to smile, but he never could give me what my
true love gave me. Now, my true love is with another girl--a great
girl. He tells me he loves her more and more everyday (and yes, we
still talk) I ask him if he still loves me, he says he has no idea,
that our memories are locked away in his head and to unlock them would
be the most hurtful pain he could experience. I'm sorry baby. I should
have listened. I regret not staying with the man who loved me the
most.