The pictures, frames, and portraits on the wall mean nothing anymore. You've tainted them with another. Do I regret loving you? Not a chance. I just regret ever telling you I did. If I had kept it to myself, I would've been spared the pain, but would I experience true happiness if I hadn't? It was a fair trade, I suppose. Maybe in my next life, we'll meet again; maybe you'll even stay faithful. Until we meet again, bye Tiff.