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September 27, 2010
I'm not trying to hurt you with these words. They don't mean I hate you. If you believe nothing else, believe I do not regret you. Not even a little.

Our parents were right, we should have waited. But at eighteen or seventy-five, it would have always been you. I regret that I did not know myself before we got married. I see our paths splitting apart for years while we discover ourselves. And I see them merging back together.

Question is, can we sleep in the same bed with a person walking an different path for those years?