I should have held you one more time. A little tighter. A little longer. I should have told you how much I loved you one more time. I should have told you to stay safe. I should have never said goodbye.
I regret everything that happened between us
but despite it all
I could never regret loving you.
I pushed him away.
And I never dared to bring anyone close again.
So now,
each day
feels like the day before repeated again.
and again.