I know- regret is far too common. But I feel that it is symptomatic of the what, the why, the how, the questions we ask in the end. These questions I will answer, even though I know I do not need to, but yet somehow, I have to, because I love you, but I realize I have not always known you. Though, I must always be content with what I have. You are a person, not a problem to solve.