No, I’m not. If anything, I bear that feeling at myself, because even though I could have tried harder, I didn’t. I’m not sure why. I’d never held anything as precious in all my life, yet I didn’t go out of my way to preserve it. That’s not to say that I didn’t make it better while it was there, I just didn’t enlist the necessary people to make the reunion possible.
Perhaps I expected things to fall into place like they usually do. I’ve been relying on the strange luck that’s thrown things my way, and it decided not to let me see it through.
I’m wondering what it was that triggered it, though. Was it something a friend said? Perhaps it was something that a friend did. Or perhaps it was her plan all along. I’m sure I could think of a thousand reasons, and yet I’m still not sure if I want to know the answer. Is it because I’m scared of what it might be?