That choice

Why do we always end up there?
Why we went wrong all these years ago?

You always bring up our past even after all these years even after so much have changed which we can't change back you still keep reminding me and bringing up, how it could have been. And like the fool I am, I imagine what your words really mean. I picture them in my head. And I can't help but wonder the same thing. What it all could have been. But I never do have regrets because I believe that what happened was meant to happen. And I honestly don't believe that we would have lasted even if I tell you otherwise when you ask. I know it makes you sad when I say that so to make you happy I lie through my teeth and tell you we would have. But I know we wouldn't have!

But even then I can't help but wonder what would have happened if we didn't make that choice to go separate ways. It is a sack full of what if's.