I regret the future. I love you. More than I’ve ever loved any man. I regret having to let you go. I regret that I’m going to have to move on, and move through this life without you there beside me. We have shared the greatest intimacy two people can have, and we have to give that up. We have to try to be friends again. I regret thinking that once that line is crossed, and you fall so deeply in love, that you cannot go back. It will always be there, haunting us. I regret not meeting you years ago. I understand your fears and I don’t hold them against you. I know you can exist in a predictable life, and move past us. I know I have to get out and start anew. I regret the hope I had that it would be you. I have always known the answer. And I don’t hate you for it. I’ll always have the memories. And that’s better than nothing at all.