March 30, 2007

• Regret.

  
  

  I don’t walk away because I’m addicted to the pain.

  
  

  You don’t take a step forward because you’ve only seen the dark.

  
  

  It’s a vicious cycle.

  
  

  Does anybody still remember that forward email that talks about how a guy and a girl always loved each other, but never had the courage to tell each other that? And through out their lifetimes, they lived and married those that they didn’t love. They secretly longed for each other everyday. At the funeral, the mother read a dairy entry from years ago about how if only the girl had told him how much she loved him, that he was the only love in her life, then life would have been joyous for her. The man sat there — having to write the same old tune in his diary, listened in tears. He regrets not professing, only wishing he had told her how much he loved her too, that she was his only love, that life would’ve been perfect with her in it.

  
  

  But that’s too late now, isn’t it.
  Regrets, we love them don’t we.
  It pulls on our heart strings.

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