Why do I still ache for him? I am extremely happy with my life, my career, my marriage, I am happy. But every day I think about him. What he’s doing. Is he happy? More than anything, I want him to be happy. If I knew he was happy, I think I could move on. But I have this sick feeling I will never know. And that’s the way he wants it.
Living with regret goes against everything I believe in to live a happy life. But regret is creeping in and haunting me everyday. For those of you who know my story, The Story of Jack, I guess you would agree this is a good thing? Only time will tell.