Love is a choice. It's a choice to be vulnerable, a choice to take a risk, it's a willingness to be hurt by the other person, it's letting someone go, respecting their choice, and loving them anyway.
Maybe I'm the greatest fool that ever lived, but I'm not ashamed of loving her or trying to be there for her.
I don't really have any anger towards her. No blame. I hope if she waves goodbye she remembers that I only send gratitude her way, only love.