Some words can never be forgotten no matter how hard we try. Some actions, still so harder to erase from our mind.
They are like an itch underside your heart. You can not scratch it and stop it from happening. They itch and itch and itch and you can try to scratch, but they just don’t go away.
The reddish scars it leave will forever be new and fresh.
That is how our story unfolds. It is written, page after page, with regrets.
Sometimes I wonder if it is worth it, worth all the pain and distress and stress? I don’t know the answer, yet.
I am so full of regret that I become REGRET…