I really wish I could start over. Someone different. Some place better. Different minds. Easier to love and get over things. I guess I’m not that lucky. All I have is headache after heartache after headache. Aint no rest for the wicked I guess. I could have LOVED someone who I always wanted and dreamed of… or someone with an appetite for life and love… but I chose to sacrifice happiness for some one who I thought would be the best. I have these moments where I know I was wrong. Otherwise I wouldn’t be thinking about other men that would have made me happier. Am I truly in love? Or am I just in love with the idea of love?