How was I to know watching you marry someone else would make me realize how much I love you? Now I’ll live with regret for the rest of my life. I’ll never invade your happiness to tell you how I feel. That wouldn’t be right. I’ll bear my secret quietly alone. P.D.
If love is like driving a car,
then I must be the worst driver
in the world. I missed all the signs
and ended up lost.