I guess when you’re hurt and deprived of love, you look for it in other things. May it be other people, other things, you just look for something to fill that emptiness. But after the waves have settled and you look at your decisions, do you ever feel like letting go was something you shouldn’t have done? Not necessarily letting go of a person, but hope? I found my happiness in something else, but the “what if” always lingers in my mind.