I think I figured it out. I never got a chance to do anything. I was never given an opportunity to. That’s why I feel so bad, so shattered. It’s because I somehow blame myself. It’s always “could I have done things differently?” It never starts with an accusation of her. Yes, I always wonder why she never gave me a chance. But, that only comes second to me blaming myself. I think how I never should have given my heart away, when it should be that she could have at least returned it nicely.