The longer I think about it, the more convinced I am it will just never work out. We had our chance. I missed it. And now he's moved on. He's forgotten it all. I wish I could say I'm over it, but to be honest, I don't think I ever had a chance to really be in it, which has only made it harder to move on.

I can't stop torturing myself with all the hundreds of "what ifs" that keep cluttering up my brain every day. I had so many chances: looks, thoughts, little moments. If only I'd known...