If I could change the things I said to Andy that hurt him more than I knew at that time. I would have never said them. After all he was my best friend even though I didn’t know that at the time, how Andy would change my timeline so completely. He was the one person whom I couldn’t fight fate for. Damn the gods I had to endure seeing what I did to Andy a second time without a chance in hell to prevent it. At least the second time didn’t hurt as much as when it happened in that dream I had. Things could’ve been different if I just didn’t tell Andy anything at all, and stayed away from him. I broke him three times within the span of our friendship. The first was when I indirectly caused his death, and the second when I broke his heart because I wasn’t ready to be with someone like him.

The third is what truly killed anything we could’ve had. I should have believed him when he told me that we were destined to be in each-others’ lives. I now know what should have happened between us. Then again life sucks, and never truly cares how much you suffered. It just heaps more on top of that, and continues until there is no escape. At least that’s what I believe now that I have seen so much pain, and suffering. I was never able to forgive myself after I hurt him the way I did. Trust for me back then was easy until they beat it out of me. It took me years to trust again. If it wasn’t for my wife and three beautiful children, and grandchildren than I would be a retched man. I didn’t even know how to love until Andy. He taught me, and I betrayed him in so many ways it’s horrible.