I was with someone. I even started to love him. He asked me to marry him. I said yes. We planned. Bought Rings. He told his family.
Then I woke up in the middle of the night once and examined my heart, and there you were. But in only some parts of me could I find him. So I left. I caused pain. I caused hurt and now I regret. I do not regret leaving. I regret staying for that long when I always knew you would be there in the deepest part of my heart. Never, I fear, to be removed.