I regret that every year I put a little number in the corner of my calendar to mark how many years we would have been together. I regret that I still miss you (or at least who you used to be). I regret that because of this, I cant seem to trust anyone else enough to let them in. I regret that I allowed all of this to make me incapable of allowing myself to really fall in love again. I regret not spending one more week with you to see if you would have said “I love you” to me.