Down memory lane.

I vividly remember the feelings that I had with me then.
Revisiting the places and old feelings once more seemed a tad strange.
I can no longer figure out what to make of it.
And I unbashedly tell you I give up trying to figure those out.
I cannot shake off the guilt that I once felt, and the guilt I feel now.
I have for the longest time been comforted by kind words.
That my mistake was not mine alone.
I deluded myself to think that.
Now that the source of the kind words has gone missing, the stifling feeling of guilt impedes once more.
The delusion becomes apparent.
It was truly truly a fault of mine.

I wish somehow to turn back time.

The two years I lived in fantasy,
you lived in misery.
Perhaps I can only comfort myself with the guilt I will have to bear for the rest of me.
I won't live in regret.
I live in guilt.

Thank you for the selflessness.
Its belated, but I am touched beyond words what you endure for my happiness.
No one can possibly love me the way he did.
No one could be as selfish and hurt him the way I did.