She shared with me how he used to love her.How he used to do whatever she wants.How he used to take her back no matter what wrong she did.He has been a part of her for years - almost a decade.

But now, she belongs to someone else. Someone else whom she’ll live with the rest of her life. And he, he left. He moved on. Knowing someone already took his place.

Knowing that his passwords bear her name made me think. And I felt it.I could feel the regret in her. And the disappointment and heartbreak he went through.

I was in his shoes. I was in his shoes where I could succumb to anything just for that ONE person I thought was my last. Anger, profanity, ignorance. Like him, at one point of time, having found out that I was replaced, I moved on. But memories, bitter or sweet will still be there. Maybe. Just maybe I was never significant.

Somewhere deep inside, I wish he feels exactly what she’s feeling right now. Regret.