You have the box of pictures of your life. She's in it. I'm not. We don't have pictures like that. When I see them, it reminds me of how much I'm not supposed to be here with you. She is. She is the one you're supposed to be with. We'll never be as happy as you two were. You'll never have any real affection for my kids like you do hers.
Why did you have to s**** it up with her? What was going on with both of you that your were so blind and stubborn? ESPECIALLY YOU. Why did you cost yourself the one person that really made you happy?
What's the matter with you? And now there's no fixing it. No getting back together ever. There's not only a court order, she married J and they have a baby now.
Over and over and over in my mind...she's the one that's supposed to be here. I'm not. I'm never going to be what she was to you. I'm just not that kind of person.
I'm just me. She was special.