He Forgets. He Regrets.

He forgets, the reason he first said ’I love you’ and why I said yes when he proposed.  He saw me for me and accepted me for me.  My differences were hardly a vice but unique to me and a mystery to him.  The lingering stares from other men fed his pride because I was his.  Always, only his.  He forgets, the love he promised me through the good and the bad, the health and the sickness.  He forgets, the best friend we found in each other and the promises to never let go.

Now he regrets.  The differences in me are no longer a mystery.  He regrets the lingering stares from other men.  He blames it on the clothes I wear.  He forgets and maybe he regrets that it is still to his bed that I return every day.  He regrets the promises made.  For the bad and through the sickness, he has been away.  Maybe it is because he regrets.  Or is it because he forgets?  I wish i knew.  He forgets the best friend he had in me.  I lost the best friend i found in him.  He regrets promising to never let go.  He forgets.  He regrets.

Soon.  Someday soon, I too will forget.  I have already slowly begun to regret.  When he sees this, then maybe he will regret what he forgot.