Regret...

I read the journal of my friend who's computer I erased (accidentally), and it makes me both sad and angry.  I'm sad because of how heart broken she is  about the loss of pics of friends now gone. She will forever assume that I didn't know what I was doing, when the reality  is I did , I just made a mistake.   I'm angry because I made the mistake. I should have just kept playing bejeweled blitz on Facebook instead of getting antsy and deciding "Daisy's going through so much crap, I want to surprise her with sound on her computer."  Now she beyond hurt, and I hate it.  I'm not one who's good at giving space, but in this situation it's the only thing I can do. So reading that she is crying  kills me because I know it's my fault.  The plus side is that her boyfriend I had really begun to bond, and his handling of this situation makes me see why he is so perfect for her.  He calms her.  That was something I could never do because her and I are both hot blooded and pigheaded.   He is perfect for her and I truly see it and I hope he gives her the life she always wanted.   Seeing this also made me realize that Sue does the same for me that Daisy's man does for her.  a few times I called and yelled at her when I really was pissed at someone at work.  She just let me rant and then speak calmly to me.  I would apologize and try to explain, but she would just smirk and say "It's ok, I know :)"   I love her because she completes me.