Sometimes I think back in regret
at how easy it would have been,
how happy we could have made each other.
Sometimes I think back in frustration
at my own lack of love and care,
and at your seemingly unending giving of it.
Sometimes I think back in longing
at the thought of our intertwined life adventures,
of every night we could have spent together.
Many times I think back in question
at what love truly is, or could truly grow to be,
and at if the right decision was made.
But then often times I look forward with excitement
upon remembering my life is just beginning,
and that the love stories yet to be written will be many.