“Words could never hurt so much,” was my reply. I was unsure if this would be the last time I would ever see her again.  Either way, I was content.  I had two choices, walk away or stay and fight.  The one thing she will never understand, I had already lost.  She loved him and somehow I had made peace with that.

I wonder now, if she could have given me one last chance, where would we be? That is the curse of never trying, you never know.