It's not you, it's me.

Right place, wrong time. 
The tender closing everyone gives. 
It seems to be a theme in my life. 
It sends me down the path of never-ending what if's and self shaming for things that maybe could have been. 
If I worked harder. 
If I tried to be better. 
If I changed. 
Always coming back to certainty the root of the problem is me. 
If I was worth it to make the wrong time right. 
But what if it wasn't me? What if it was just the timing?