We dated for eight months when I was 18, I thought you were everything I ever wanted. Charming, intelligent, and handsome. It seemed like you could do no wrong. I honestly thought nothing could break us apart. When I left you, you told me I would regret it, maybe you’re right.

Maybe you’re right that I am lost and confused leaving you.

Maybe you’re right when you say I’m just a child who knows nothing about life or love.

Maybe you’re right that I will never find someone like you.

Maybe you’re right when you say I’m foolish and out of my mind leaving you behind.

Maybe you’re right and I don’t know what I want and will never be happy.

Maybe you’re right and I can’t depend on myself and live on my own.

Maybe you’re right when you say I shouldn’t be worried about the other girls.

Maybe you’re right when you tell me that cheating on me was an act of love, a desperate attempt to show me that you love me.

Maybe you’re right and this is just you having a difficult time; that this is a test and a testament on our relationship; that thanks to it we will come out the other side stronger than before.

Maybe you’re right and this is what love looks like.

Maybe you’re right when you say that I’m the reason for your actions.

Maybe you’re right and I can’t raise a child on my own.

Maybe you’re right and having a child at 18 is a terrible mistake that will ruin my and my child’s lives.

Maybe you’re right when you tell me that my child will forever resent me for not having his father with him all the time.

Maybe you’re right and we should get married.

Maybe you’re right when you tell me that I won’t find someone at all and that no one will take me as I am.

Maybe you’re right and I’ll always regret my decision and will hate myself for making it.

Maybe you were right saying all these things, but I made my choice, and I’m 100% at peace with it.