Free Will

I have never been more upset by free will.

It's funny isn't it?

Someone said if you love something let it go and if it loves you it'll come back. If not it was never yours to love in the first place.

I don't know if it was love. It couldn't be. It can't be, but there's no reason for me to feel this way.

I shouldn't care. It's not like I did anything. It's not like I...

I screwed up somewhere. Somewhere in the pages there is an inkblot masking the words of should and did. It seeps through the pages and into the now. The what I could change.

But I'm too late.

Am I too late?

I don't know what I can change or how to feel. I can't stop him.

Do I want to? No? Yes? It's free will