Regrets. We all have them. Like the Aqua Net hairstyles back in the 80’s, the 90’s grunge fad, or the person you lost your virginity to as a teen because you were “totally in love”. I have a few of my own. Specifically, marrying my rebound guy but staying married because I was too weak to fight for my own happiness. He took me down and kept me there for far too long. I’m done. Done living with regrets and done not pursuing what makes me happy. Then you came along and showed me that I was worth more than who I had become. You are not my regret.