One year ago I accepted an invitation to my past. Never had my heart felt a reckless abandon to return to a time of unparalleled happiness (even when I was uncertain that was what I was feeling). I feared the reason why was the infatuation of the past. It was not. Otherwise, I would not have set in motion what became this emotional train wreck.
Do I regret accepting the invitation? I would be lying if I said yes. I only regret this impasse. Would I accept another invitation? Of course... even if it takes another 24 years.
I am only resolved to accepting this because I have to but I still love you quite dearly.