({.Regret.})
I have questions. I want answers... But I won't get them. What's done is done. Damn... I feel stupid. My entire life would have changed if I had pulled that fucking cork out of my throat and actually said what was going on in my head. But oh well... you're gone now. Son of a bitch... though I suppose it's for the best. Yes, I know it is. If you hadn't left, I wouldn't be so happy now. I know... sounds horrible. But it's true. If you were here... I'd most likely have gone with you, before I even met her. And... what then? So many things flying around in my head... I'll never be able to escape the wanting to know. But I need to try to escape you. I need to squeeze the last of you from me. But I can't. You will always be with me, and I've come to terms with that. But please...
({.Stay Quietly in my Memories.})