Opportunity knocks but once. If you lack the courage to open the door, you will regret it. We all regret our fears. The things that hold us down and back. That's something you have to live with for the rest of your life. In the same way I have to live with the consequences of your actions for the rest of mine. We believe we will always have more choices. More chances. But, that's a lie we tell ourselves to survive. You're younger, but that just means you'll suffer longer. It's not what I wanted for you...it's what you wanted for you.
Someone recently asked me if it was worse to know what I know as opposed to never knowing it. Joy is never regrettable. Neither is courage, loyalty or generosity. Love is never regrettable either. My regrets aren't mine, you see. They're yours. And today, I give them back to you.
Freedom is a great thing. A gift. Especially for someone who is lovable, generous, loyal, and brave. Someone like me.
You may continue to read whatever you wish here. Continue to vacillate between resentment, envy, hate, and tender feelings of love. You may continue to live and breathe as you will...because of me.
You may wonder why I let you get away with all you did...but, do you really think you have gotten away with anything??? Even you know better than that....
I find it sad that you still look for me when I would have held your hand forever. Until, of course, you let mine go. Allow me to now return the favor:
You can't fix the past. No matter how many times you look backwards, it always look the same. You always look the same, too. Like a dead man. Vacant eyes, vacant soul, vacant heart, willingly walking into Hell.