I know it's not my fault, but that doesn't keep me from thinking that if I had loved you more, tried harder, have done something differently- then maybe you wouldn't have given in to temptation.
If I didn't argue with you as much, asked you about your day more, didn't ignore you when I was mad- then maybe we still would've been together.

Maybe you still would've loved me.
Maybe you still would've stayed.

I know it's not my fault, but a part of me still blames myself.