I wish those memory erasers from Men In Black existed. I wish I could forget, and let go. I sometimes wish I had never gotten on Twitter, and met certain people. I wish I hadn’t fallen in love.
I wish that I had never hurt my husband. I wish that I had never pushed him to a breaking point. I wish that he didn’t have to doubt his trust in me. I wish he didn’t have to wonder if I’d be still be here when he got home.
I wish I wasn’t me. I wish I was a different person. I wish I hadn’t shed so many tears. I wish I hadn’t known what it felt like to feel like my heart was breaking.
I wish I had never heard your voice. I wish I didn’t know how it effected me. I wish I didn’t want to know what it was like for you to look me in the eye, and tell me that you love me. I wish…