One year

In a few minutes, it will be one year to the day I broke your heart and mine. I will never be able to eat at Bubba Gump again. Sometimes, I still ask myself how I could have hurt you that much when all you did was to love me with all your heart. But I knew I had to end it because I could not love you with all of mine. 

I stare at your pictures in Siam Reap, with her by your side. I should be happy right? That maybe you have finallly learned how to forgive her. And that maybe, just maybe you are back together. But why is it that tears are falling? The choice was mine to make. The regret was mine to take. It is a bitter pill to swallow. And I just can feel I am paying for it.