Sometimes

Sometimes I miss him. Sometimes I wonder what could have been if different choices had been made. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had been selfish and not set him free. Sometimes I wonder what would have been if I hadn’t chose to end what was just beginning. Would things have been different. Would we have been happy.  Would he have stayed.  Sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I miss him. Sometimes I miss him…often.

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