We all know how devoted we can be when we enter into a new relationship. We want to have our significant other love us and for things to remain peaceful and tranquil. She has now become your first priority, and everything pales next to her. You would do most anything to please her, and you spend your days doing exactly that. Until one day, you can reflect on things, and some regrets enter the picture.

You have grown accustomed to living a certain way, that has worked out alright until now, with the exception of being a little lonely sometimes. But marriage will change all that. And that makes it worth the little sacrifices here and there. Then without much notice at first, the old man begins to fade away, and this new guy takes over. You have a hard time recognizing him sometimes. Life as you knew it, slowly dissipates and is gone.

The plan is for her to go ahead of you to the new home you bought only a few states away. She will prepare things there, while you finish things up here. Money is tight, so the idea is for you to do a few last odd jobs so you will have enough to make the move. She took everything to be kept with her, and left the things to be thrown out in boxes on the porch.

You give her a kiss goodbye and watch her drive off to your new home. You finish putting things on the truck in your driveway. The lid plops open on one of the boxes and you see, right before you eyes, your best golf instruction book, laying amidst the trash. You can hardly believe it. How could anyone mistake this gem for trash. It is the book that taught you how to golf when your first picked up a club.

You know that every penny is needed. She counted everything and nothing can be left out in order to accomplish what you need to do to make this move. You begin to rationalize, how you just have to sacrifice when you get married, and she is well worth it. After all, these things were a part of your past, and you are now working on your future. She had no way of knowing how important that book was. Then suddenly, you spot something barely showing through a plastic bag. You look closer, and it is the torn leather watch your Father gave you for pitching such a good game when your little league team won the pennant.

You feel sick to your stomach. All these little parts of yourself, some not really important, but some terribly important, were about to leave for the trash heap. Now you pull out a plastic bag that is down inside the box, and you spot your old baseball glove. When you lift it from the bag, out of the thumb in the glove, falls your rhodium plated ring. It was presented to you at an honoring ceremony. They honored you for giving ten solid years of service at the local boys club working with young people in the community.

You realize you are going to be sick. You wonder if there should have been some other way. How many regrets could one person rack up in only a matter of about twenty minutes? Your mind ponders the difference between love and sacrifice, was it all worth it. She would never miss those things, but they meant very much to you. Who really loses? A huge part of your life was just about to disappear forever, and would have been on its way in about twenty minutes. Love can really be cruel sometimes.

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