tardiness

The worst part is knowing that it was my fault; that I could have done something different—something better. I could have said less and done more. I could have swallowed my pride and chosen my battles with more precision. I could have embraced compromise. I could have spent more time simply enjoying what we had.

But it’s too late, and that is the worst part.

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