I wish I could understand the stories you tell yourself.
The narratives you must write, so far detached from the reality in which we are living.
I will never hold regret for loving you once. It was genuine on my end. I know, now, that it never was on yours.
But you gave me the greatest gift, so I can never regret.
The best part is this:
You have no power here anymore.
I am no longer under your control.