I know I made a terrible mistake by letting him go.
I know that now.
But when I made that decision I was very relieves about it.
He was the perfect match for me.
Perfect in every way.
He wasn't handsome.
He wasn't smart enough.
He wasn't famous.
But he was mine.
There was a silence between us that was soothing.
It was welcoming.
He was home.
The kind of home where you have hot fire in winters with warm quilt and a glass of wine. The kind of home where there is always an aroma from all the baked goods and foods.
I left that cozy home for something better.
I realised it only too late that I had something best