You were so loved. But I don't regret my decision. I don't feel hate, anger, sad or longing for you. I am not sure I will miss that part when I thought I loved you, or when you held me close.
Only a slight emptiness sometimes, as if a big couch has been removed from my living room. Other than that, I sleep better at night. Just because you knock on my door doesn't mean you want to stay inside. You can sit on my front porch and drink my tea, but I will never let you in again.
Still I don't regret you. You taught me how to love. As a team, I will be forever respect your honesty and loyalty you probably never gave to the girls before me. But I feel a lot better alone. I am suddenly myself again.
