Regret?
I think of that afternoon and I can't forgive myself. My only defense is that I really couldn't take the pressure. Not when something as big as that was taken out of my hands.
posted by Mr Brightside at 3:38 PM
if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
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