The beauty of our actions relies on verily trusting everyone else to understand them or deem them faulty. You made a choice, a decision upon the billions of flashes in a young girl's mind, one that was worth enough to take corporal shape and mold the days to come. No, I don't blame you for doing what is only human. To pick between the lesser of evils, find yourself amongst several ways to go and voyage down the road more traveled by; so known, lit and flat.

There won't be a time when you'll be able to state I wasn't there;
a friend, lover and shoulder to bare. Much more than that, I'll be reason. The voice that carries the weight of honesty and the harsh afterburn of breathing fire. Because, above any blinding sun in the sky, your happiness must shine; even if that means taking you back, one decision at a time.