Regret might be a stupid emotion, but it is all I have right now. I know I can’t change the past. And even back then, I didn’t have a choice. I just wish I had. I just wish I wouldn’t have left. I just wish you were here. 

But you’re not. I can’t change that. I have to accept that. You. All of you. You have your own lives. Your own problems. Your own regrets. And I know it’s selfish to think like this, but I kind of wish that leaving me is one of your regrets as well. I kind of wish that you miss me too. 

Because I do. Very much. And it hurts. A lot.