It’s better that you left. I think this so many times throughout the day that it’s become a reassuring mantra. You weren’t the person for me. I would never be the right person for you. But now I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if you stayed. Maybe we would have remained friends. Maybe I would have mean more to you. Maybe I would have grown on you like you did to me. Thinking about all of these “maybes” drives me insane. I will never know. But in this moment, I realize that it’s better that you left. If you were still here, I wouldn’t have learned my lesson about wasting time on undeserving people so quickly. I wouldn’t have learned that it’s my responsibility to make what I want real. When I look back at this, I can proudly say that I regret nothing. That’s all that matters.