was I wrong?

My heart is heavy with memories of our time together. Whispers of your name unlock the doors of memory. Your absence echoes through my soul, haunting me with the question: was I wrong to let you go? Tears fall like autumn rain, a bitter reminder of what could have been. Memories of our time together haunt me like a ghost, each kiss, each promise, a bittersweet reminder of what we had. Your smile torments me still, a fleeting glimpse of what could have been. Was I wrong?