No more, "what could have been . . ." thoughts running through my head. Another mistake, and I'll kick myself for it over and over again. This is not what I wanted, not what I expected. It feels so cold to be alone. Another day and I don't care that I'm afraid, I've learned to take my fears and live each day regardless of my past. There's no "on to the next one . ." mantra with me. No, I'll embrace the past and all the mistakes that make me who I am. There's no moving on or regrets. I always told myself that word would be reserved for only one. You were the only one. I thought you meant the world, but in the end we both ended up broken. Maybe we need eachother now more than ever. Probably not.

Probably not.