Because I stayed, I never got to tell her how I feel. I never got to tell her just what I thought of her. I never got to lie next to her and run my fingers through her hair before pulling her close. Regret is something everyone deals with, but few live in a place where they’re surrounded by that regret every day. I am, because I stayed.
Because I left, I never got to explore my feelings with him. Because I left I gave up everything that had been. Because of how I left I never got to say good-bye to the one person who meant anything to me and to the ghost that was my only other friend. All because I chose to leave.