i wish we could do it over again. i wish i could take back those months where we danced around each other and take you by the hand and go “hey, this is okay,” and then we’d maybe get a head start on everything life threw at us, maybe we’d have a sturdier foundation, but maybe we would have fallen apart sooner
i wish we’d worked it out. i wish we’d been able to make it through the storm together instead of quietly picking up the wreckage after the rain died down and wondering how we wound up like this
i wish i could listen to my favorite song again. i wish i could watch my favorite movie again. i have to stop myself from ordering your coffee with mine in the mornings, still. everything seems to still be tied to you
i wish i could forget the last time we talked before it went to hell and i wish it was about something better than what we were doing for dinner. our last words to each other were biting and angry and hurt and they reflected what we’d become, but not what we were, or what we could’ve been, or what we are. do you regret what you said?
i know i do.