What they say is true: we are bound to regret things we did not do, more that we would regret things we did do.
And it is true what they say: "what if" hurts a whole lot more than "oh well".
I regret not kissing you that night on Duke of York Boulevard when every fibre in my being was telling me to.
I regret not holding your hand longer as we walked through the Mississauga summer heat. I regret not sneaking hickies on your neck like a teenage school girl during Grown Ups 2.
I regret not turning around in your arms, looking in your eyes and telling you how I really felt when fun. was playing at Bluesfest. It was the most perfect moment. Ever. I should have told you that I was falling for you and I hoped you'd catch me; that despite not knowing you "long enough", I was ready to overlook whatever flaws you have and love you; and that I was willing to be yours if you'd have me.
I regret not seeing more of you. I regret every missed opportunity and moment. I regret not feeling you longer, not hearing you longer, and not letting you in at all. I regret not saying the words I should have said instead of "Call me sometime". But, I'm done licking my wounds now, so here it is: I miss you. You were the best part of summer.
Even if we never made it past those words, it would have been worth it. It is worth it.