I figure there's a little bit of Wordsworth in all of us. A little bit of jealousy eating away at our words and actions. Wordsworth consumed me when it came to you. We were maladaptive and juxtaposed. You bring out the worst in me and highlighted it, just as I do to you. I don't know what we were ever thinking because we both knew before we even knew that it wouldn't work. There is nothing that can make what we were 'alright'. But with that, I am now content. I am now happy in knowing that we tried and we failed, and that is better than to have never tried and never known at all.
"Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present to live better in the future." Wordsworth.