Regret?

I have none.

Or so I tell myself.

But she made me realize,

Last night I admitted,

I have one.

You.

Letting you go was the worst thing I could've done. And maybe that's why I've been feeling like this lately. I can only say sorry so many times. I think last night, my talk with Alyssa has made me realize a lot of things. That the way I treat women is a contradiction to how many I've had. That, maybe I am being taken advantage of. That I deserve something better. And that you we're one of the few that stuck by me when I was falling apart. I'm sorry I took you for granted. I can only hope that you're true to your words and we'll always be friends. Because I do miss you, more than I'd like to admit. And I did love you, can't you just reply once?