"Regret comes in many forms. Some big, some small. Some people regret a lot and some people choose not to regret anything. Regret can break you or fix you, but either way, it teaches you lessons. And I’ve recently come to realise that we only regret the chances that we don’t take. When you don’t speak up or act on something when you have the opportunity. It’s taken a lot for me to understand that and I hate myself for it, because now you’ll never know just how much you mean to me. And I need to tell you. I think that’s what’s eating me up. I just need to say it. But I can’t. Because you’re gone. I had you right there for a year and I never said a word, and I never thought I needed to because I never expected you to leave. But you did. And now I can’t tell you. I can’t tell you how my heart raced every single time you walked into the room. I can’t tell you how my mind flooded with all these tiny, perfect thoughts when you looked at me the way that you did, all lazily and green-eyed. And I can’t tell you how deeply and painfully and completely in love with you I am. Not without you here, where I need you to be. Because how can I say it in a different way? How can I put it all into words and have it come across the way I really want it to? Can I say it at all? I mean, how do you even begin to say all of that to somebody you never thought you’d have to miss?"
Written and submitted by: porcelain—bones
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