What about that night. When we made love. Our bodies entangled upon each other. Our kisses ever so soft and sweet. Today I heard you're getting married. You say you're happy with him, He gives you everything, I could not. For that I am sorry. I have died many a night. Under these stars, Longing for you to be back. At my side. But alas you are with your new king. So I will do what I must to move on. Always leaving teardrop...

Knowing I may never see them again. Helping them pack their bags. Tears waiting to flood my face. Putting on a smile, Letting them see my approval. Watching them climb out. Of the vehicle knowing. Their choice will get them hurt. Wondering if I should of fraught more. For them, or less? Does anyone know. Letting them make their own choices. Was it a good decision? Did I make a mistake? What did I do wrong?

You're a great writer You know how to catch the attention Of your reader. All of your words flow just right. Never stepping on one another. Marching like soldiers in formation. Listening to others is fine. Realizing it is perfectly normal  to have self doubt,  But getting over it and realizing you can do whatever you want with the right group of friends.