The pain of loss. I know. Your mind always tells how different things could have been if only if you did that one thing differently. I wish I could travel the

The pain of loss. I know. Your mind always tells how different things could have been if only if you did that one thing differently. I wish I could travel the fifth time to the past and probably change my stupid and cruel ways. If not that at least say sorry to them. I can now say sorry to the image I hold of them in my head.