You stood in the doorway, your hands by your side 'don't leave' you said
Please stay...
But she was afraid, afraid of hat staying meant, but I was afraid... Afraid of you, of me, of the situation how it reminded me so much of the last... Afraid that staying means opening up - possibly hurting myself again... So I ran, I ran as fast and far away as I possibly could, a place where I could collect my thoughts and maybe come back one day, with an empty head, an empty heart and a clean memory.... but, time... It doesn't wait for you and sometimes, just sometimes .... It's a little too late. Goodbye my friend. I wish I would have stayed.
We only regret the chances, we didn't take.
my great-grandmother, one of the most beuatiful and marvelous women i have ever seen and met, did survive the nazis, a world war and died when she was almost hundred. She gave me one piece of advice (amongst many) this reminded me of : "make mistakes my darling child, you only regret the things you did not do in the end"
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