regret- feeling of something you should have done
Regret is a funny thing. We never think we're going to regret something until it's gone.
That's what I'm feeling today.
Regret.
Why did I have to be stupid? I should have spoken. Spoken my mind.
But my mind is always blank, until the fateful time that I know what I should have said.
It happened last Friday, to be exact.
There he stood. By himself. Looking like he just...belonged.
We were standing by the side. I watched him from afar. He saw me, too.
We'd known each other for four years now. Going on five.
Why was it so hard for me to speak?
Be myself?
Learn to tell him how I felt?
Because I loved- no.
Because I love him.
That's all there is to it. I love him with all there is.
And there's not much left.
So, why didn't I tell him?
Regret.
Regret that I should've been there.
But I was.
Regret that I shouldn't have hated him when I did.
But you could never hate him.
Regret that when that moment was perfect, I never did make that perticular move.
And there it was.
Never making the move.
Always regret.
But, honestly?
Never Regret ANYTHING.
EVER.
Because everything happens for a reason, right?
No regrets.
Regret is a funny thing. We never think we're going to regret something until it's gone.
That's what I'm feeling today.
Regret.
Why did I have to be stupid? I should have spoken. Spoken my mind.
But my mind is always blank, until the fateful time that I know what I should have said.
It happened last Friday, to be exact.
There he stood. By himself. Looking like he just...belonged.
We were standing by the side. I watched him from afar. He saw me, too.
We'd known each other for four years now. Going on five.
Why was it so hard for me to speak?
Be myself?
Learn to tell him how I felt?
Because I loved- no.
Because I love him.
That's all there is to it. I love him with all there is.
And there's not much left.
So, why didn't I tell him?
Regret.
Regret that I should've been there.
But I was.
Regret that I shouldn't have hated him when I did.
But you could never hate him.
Regret that when that moment was perfect, I never did make that perticular move.
And there it was.
Never making the move.
Always regret.
But, honestly?
Never Regret ANYTHING.
EVER.
Because everything happens for a reason, right?
No regrets.
