Choices and consequences

Since I cannot look at anything except my side of the street; and, thus cannot correct out change her actions our desires, i can only look at me, my regrets and my lessons learned.
The inability to be polyamorous had left me what would you call it nullamorous?
But I do have to be true to myself. I find my thoughts spend more time reflecting on the good memories, and the lessons learned than they do on the regrets.
We were good together. She was good for me. Yes, I hope that one day we can be together again; but, I know reality. More important is that I do believe I have become a better man for having known her. And I pray that I become even a better man through this loss.