I was given a opportunity to stay; an ultimatum with a non-zero chance of success. If I was, we would have been elated, a failure, a detriment. I chose indifference, and I regret that an opportunity was wasted. Scared? Sure. Ready? Who knows. All I know is I chose non-action and let both parties down. Now I am plagued with hypotheticals and unanswered questions, which feel more painful than actual loss. I should have tried harder. I could have tried in the least. All our memories, clouded by assumptions and unknowns, dissolve slowly. We withdraw ourselves from one another so we may forget. Moving on is never easy. It’s even more difficult when we are unable to quantify the sacrifices we are choosing to make.