All I can think about is how ashamed I feel about what I did. Every moment I think of her, I just regret what I’ve done on such an intense level it makes me physically ill. I know it probably doesn’t help posting this here - but I wish more than anything she’d take me back. I miss her more than words can even describe. Some moments I wonder if that’s why it’s better she’s gone. Maybe I’m just not suppose to feel this way and it’s better she’s out of my life.