‘What are your regrets?’
I regret every night I spent thinking why I wasn’t the one for him.
I regret crying over the thought that he might be inlove with some other girl.
I regret spending every day thinking about him.
The way I fall everytime I look at him. Every words I wasn’t able to say because I’m too nervous when he’s around. And when I turned every sound he makes a music to my ears—I regret all of it.
I regret having to wait for him to fall as hard as I did. I regret weeping when I realized that it would take more than a dozen of wishful thinking before it could actually happen. I regret hurting.
When I fell to his eyes that is the color of the Earth, and when I made him the Axis and the Orbit of my world and realized that I wasn’t a part of his, that is when I regret having my world revolve around him.
He shattered my heart as if it was glass, and used the shards to have me fall apart. He broke me in many ways but he wasn’t aware of it, and I regret letting him hurt me.
I regret loving every inch of his skin and every memories I spent with him. I regret making him the color of my gray areas and every lost piece in my puzzle.
I regret loving him, but I would regret it more if I didn’t.