I think of you sometimes, when I look in the mirror and see the person you used to see. And It makes me happy to be that person again, and sad because you were the only one to see her.
And you are gone.
How did I go through this much of high school with out going to a hockey game? I looked over at all of them and noticed that I was sitting in the wrong section. These entire four years, I have been sitting in the wrong section. With the wrong people. And I know that I will look back and wish that it was more than it has been.
I've never been able to understand how she can be content with not taking chances. It bewilders me to an extreme that she can watch people having fun and not wonder what it's like and not want to join them. It seems inhuman. And I've missed my chances, because high school is ending. And I'll never know.
On graduation day I'll cry, because of every homecoming, and basketball game, and dance that was not enough. I feel like I havent "done high school" the right way. I haven't had all of the fun experiences so many other people have. And I want to know what that feels like. Why can't I know what that feels like?
2 comments:
Don't worry, regret will always be there when you need it most. I tap the wellspring of regret on a regular basis and am forced to cork it back up before it floods everything I currently am. Plenty of people become who they are later in life, others relive the glory of school days long past when they probably should. I can't say if there is any right way to do it. I only know that there are so many twists in the road, the farther you go, the less important the past becomes. This alone can carry you pretty far.
Thank you ❤️
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