Not Really Poetry

I wonder sometimes where things went wrong. How is it possible that two people who love each other, have lived together for years, can grow so completely apart? We are so different. Did we start out that way? Was this destined? It is hard to judge, when you are young, who you are and what you ultimately want out of life, but I didn't think we were so underdeveloped or unmatched when we met. I guess time makes a fool of us in ways we can't imagine. We were young and full of hope and life and could foresee nothing black or stormy. If I had the ability to change my past, would I? Choose never to befriend you? Perhaps I need to go back further to fix those events which broke me. Maybe then I can avoid falling into the trap. Time, however, is a strong river, pushing us down stream whether we want to go or not. There is no going back. I just wonder if my increased age will bring with it the wisdom to choose more prudently or if it will cause me to panic and select unwisely once again.