"Do you regret it?"
I was a girl who didn't think I was capable of loving another human being and didn't feel worthy of receiving the love of another human. I thought my heart was too cold to give out love and that I myself was unlovable.
And then he came around, and I fell hard and fast. Every moment was a rush. Every thought was of him. Every time our skin touched, I burned with the desire for more. Every time I was with him, I didn't want to leave. I wanted to be with him as much as I possibly could, and I was. Anytime I was sad, I looked to him for comfort, and he always comforted me. Anytime he was sad, I wanted nothing more than to take his sadness from him and bear it myself. His happiness became more important to me than my own because if he was happy, I was happy.
He made me feel beautiful and smarty and kind and safe. He made me feel things I had never felt before, and I loved him. My god, I loved him.
I hate the way it ended, and I wish things had gone differently, but I don't regret a single thing. Not a single moment or a single word or a single thought. Because he was exactly what I wanted and exactly what I needed at that moment.
And now I know I am capable of loving, and I know that I am deserving of a love much greater than his.
So no, I don't regret it.