I now think about my envy, one starting point and two ending points. The lights dimmed, goodbye.
"We may never be the same again, but I always think about it."
"Who says it isn't?"
In my opinion, there is no absolute right or wrong in many things. Just when you go through it. You will just feel pain. As the saying goes, whatever is passable will pass.
And love has nothing to do with you.