Guilty. Guilty, Guilty, Guilty, Guilty.
Sometimes I have moments where I can’t tell if my decision was right or wrong. Would it have been selfish to prolong it, or was it selfish to let it happen at all? What carries the heaviest weight? The time we spent, or the time you lost? I can’t even think/feel clearly on the subject anymore. That always happens, though. I do my best to bury the bad memories, to dissolve the aches in hopes of fading it all out. The guilt, however, the guilt will always stick.
