No regrets

I'm thinking about all the times when I chose you over something else. I think about all the hours that I've spent thinking about you. Hours turned into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, and somehow it's a whole year now. I don't regret spending so much time, because I couldn't learn my lesson any other way than this. Actually, I'm afraid that even if I knew how things turned out, I'd do it all again. It was fun, but I've noticed that liking you isn't as satisfying as it used to be. That's why it's the end of it all, and that's why I've decided to let go.