My greatest regret was leaving her. My greatest fear was losing her. So I left, because I was too weak to stay and face my fear.
But she wasn't weak she was strong, stronger than me in a lot of ways. She was strong enough to fight her fears and face her regrets. Never backing down and never giving in. She was smarter than most twice her age. Life had taught her to be that way. I had taught her to be that way. But she took what she had been taught and made it her own. Became her own kind of animal, a new kind of animal.
And yet despite everything, including the Hell she went through by believing in me, by loving me, she never stopped. Though she hid it well, she always believed in me. Even when I didn't believe in myself. And though I did nothing but cause her pain, she loved me anyway.
She loved me enough to sacrifice her self for me. So that I might live to see another worthless day, worthless because she is not here. And it should have been me, but I was too weak. And because I was too weak…she died.
And now all I have left is my regrets and the horrible realization of my greatest fear.
R & R. please.