It's not like I was hanging on to hope.

It's just about ultra heartbreak.

She was my dream girl. I love her to this very moment. My best friend.

I handed the keys to our future over to her. My keys. She would dispute that, but whatever.

I'm not necessarily religious, but I did say before getting married that I don't believe in divorce. She agreed.

Thirteen years later, here I am expecting paperwork in the mail.

Did I fuck up? You bet. Did I make the wrong decision? Nope.

Yet here I am.

I hate her guts for what she did, but I remain in love, and in pain.

Here's the thing, which is the point of this post. When I go back in time looking for where exactly I fucked up, I find nothing. I would make all the same decisions over and over.

That is all. Just hoping someone relates.