Mindlessly poking through my wallet this morning I found a small square of paper that I don't remember stowing away, but which has been very relevant to my thoughts lately.

"The beauty of a new beginning is that it eases the pain of your past mistakes."

But it was only a temporary relief.  Now all I do is remember how good I had it, and how weak and unworthy I was to let it slip from my hands.  I didn't even let it slip, I let go.  And now I am haunted by the thought that I will carry this burden on my shoulders for the rest of my life--the burden of "what if".  I was so, so wrong.

And what makes it even worse is that what I have now should be enough, more than enough.