I do not regret loving him. He was my dream. And I would've loved him until the day I die.
He was that piece of sunshine.
The pain comes with no warning. No trigger. It just comes. And it makes you gasp. Then you feel the tears. It comes unbidden and uncalled.
You try to make sense of the movements around you because anytime the tears will drop. And you won't be able to stop them.
Then I think of what could've been.
He chose someone else. When he should've chosen me. Me.
I feel so broken. I who have done nothing but to love and to accept.
And I control myself not to bawl and to make a scene.