I regret finding you again, and calling you, and talking for 2 hours about things that don’t matter anymore. I regret that I didn’t ask you in those 2 hours if you still love me, and not knowing is killing me. I regret it because if I tried to follow my heart right now I’d be ending a 7 year long marriage and hurting my two beautiful children. I regret that it’s even an option. I can only hope I’m strong enough to use my head just this once in life.