Regret
In the book I just finished, a main character dies. He betrayed a friend, but he gave his life to save that friend's life. The friend then proceeded to tell him all was forgiven, but the words fell on dead ears. This got me to thinking. I love you all and I don't say it enough. All of my friends who are there for me, who watch out for me, and who care for me. I have things that I have held back from some of you, for fear or just being shy perhaps. Regardless, I'm going to talk to everyone as if each day were my last.
What I ask of you, is share with me something that you might have been afraid to say. I don't care if it's a feeling you have for me, something you did that might have hurt me, anything like that. I want you to tell me something that you would have been scared of because there is no guarantee that I'll be here tomorrow or the day after, and the last thing I want is for you to have something you regret when I pass.
What I ask of you, is share with me something that you might have been afraid to say. I don't care if it's a feeling you have for me, something you did that might have hurt me, anything like that. I want you to tell me something that you would have been scared of because there is no guarantee that I'll be here tomorrow or the day after, and the last thing I want is for you to have something you regret when I pass.