I don't regret anything. It's just not me. Everything that I've done or has happened has led me to where I am today. And even though I'm hurt, in more ways than one, I can't bring myself to regret it.
He's hurt me intentionally and unintentionally for years, over and over again. Each time has shattered a little piece of my heart. Yet, I still love him. It's not something anyone can control. It just happens.
Every time he hurt me, it has driven me to prove myself, that I could be good enough. I threw myself into the things that I love and it helped me change, in good ways and in bad. But that's all in the past. There's nothing I can do to change it even if I wanted to.
I looked back at my best friend, who has been there with me through it all, even when I was a bitch to her, and smiled. She smiled back at me encouragingly and mouthed, "Go."
I looked forward, took a deep breath, and stepped out to meet my destiny.