[ WP ] I can not undo what I have done ; I cant un-sing a song that 's sung . And the saddest thing about my regret- I cant forgive me , and you cant forget

The story of Icarus is indeed a tragedy. The boy with wings glued to his arms soared to unimaginable heights, the freedom lifting him up. The tragedy is that his highest moment, was also his most tragic. The glue had melted and the feathers fell away. He plunged into the cold depths of the ocean, never to be seen again. 
 
 That's where I am now. I loved her with all that I had, I spread my arms and let the warmth of her soul lift me to heights I never thought I could reach. Her smile eroding away the stones into sand, her hair like the golden rays of the sun. The wind in my ears have deafened me to caution, I rose higher and higher than ever before. When a man reaches the top of a mountain, there is only so much time before he realizes he must come down. That is what troubled me. 
 
 It started out so innocently at first. A mere passing of thought. The idea that another man could be this high agonized my heart. I wanted this for myself. But what if she got tired of holding me? What if the winds grew cold? What if the sun turned her face to another place? Soon I grew wary of her every move. If it were up to me, it would only ever be me and her. I wanted to trap her light in a bottle and hide her away for only myself to see. 
 
 There are forces of nature that you can not contain. Beauty is one of them. She wrested free of my controlling grip, feeling betrayed. She could no longer keep me afloat so I began to descend. She let me go, she watched me fall into the cold dark waters of her tears, blocked off from her light. I should have known that she only wanted to hold me up. I should have known that her eyes were for me alone. I should have known to cherish the moments I had while they lasted. I should have known. 
 
 Now all I know is regret.
