The Right Choice

I know in my heart that it was the right choice. We didn't have the perfect relationship. In fact, the more I think about it, the worse we were.

I know there's more fish in the sea. But way can't I stop thinking about this trout?

Sometimes I think that the timing was just off. Sometimes I know we would have a hard time and many obstacles if the opportunity to try again were to arise. Though I am doubtful that will ever come to be.

I miss him. But I must go on.

Originally posted on previous blog.