I Don T Want To Regret Novels & Stories

I didn't want to risk it. I didn't want to jeopardize our careers, our reputations, even our futures. But I didn't want to hurt her or let her ache without offering some warmth and safety when she needs it most. My father's words ring in my ears. Life is too short to waste on regrets. I should follow my heart and be happy. I should find love and hold on tight.

he reminds me. "But the cat has nine lives," I remark. "And you were not a cat, young lady. Curiosity can cause danger, you are not a kid anymore. I hope you know how to decide without having any regret" he said sounding like a father. I took a deep breath and nod my head "I know..." Regret will only hunt you if you didn't do something. That's why I'm doing this because I do not want to regret it in the end.

Regret was the worst. Regret was sour and bitter, and it tasted so close to the truth I had to fight sinking into it. I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. I wanted to tell him everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there. And some part of me has never q

But I know that I am going to regret this. So what do I do?

Never again or I’ll lose more and more. I already lost more than I could ever lose. I don’t want to have any more regrets. If I have to be ruthless, I would. I’ll keep on moving forward. Slowly but surely, leaving a part of me and my past behind.

Then, raspily, she warned, “Do you know what that means, Tobey? Your career. Your future. Your mom!” She let her brewing emotions calm down and closed her eyes. “Listen. I’m grateful as it is to know how much you care for me, but I can’t be more selfish than that. Please, forget me and live a better life—” “This ‘better life’ I envisioned has you by my side, Dee!” He suddenly cut her off, his eyes red. He sounded agitated. “Do you know what my biggest regret is? Not coming home to bring you with me to Eastgene as soon as I got my first pay. Had I done that… you wouldn’t have ever met Brendan in your life!”

But did not get any…. Now…. I DO NOT HAVE ANY ROOM FOR IT. I DO NOT WANT TO REGRET ANYMORE…. I WILL ACHIEVE MY GOAL… MARRIAGE IS NOT THE END GOAL.

I use that to propel me forward. Those voices of yours are drowned out by the loud thumps of my beating heart, the thumps that are my own cheerleading squad telling me just to try. Just. Try. Just Try. And I know myself now just as I am knowing more about you, is that what I don't want to feel, more than you in my head and my heart, is Regret. Fear, you come and go. But Regret, well, Regret stays forever. And Regret is the most unwelcome guest because, in most cases, I can prevent Regret from coming into my home.

“What?” “I don’t care what happens next. I don’t regret doing it, he wants… no, scratch that, he was talking down on what is mine.”

Not a question. "I am going to go," I say. He is quiet. He drinks his coffee. "Today. This morning. Before I think about it long enough to make it into something larger than it needs to be." "All right," he says. "I am not going for him. I am not going because I forgive him or because I have decided what he did was recoverable. I am going because there is a version of me that will regret not going, and I have spent enough years doing things the regret version of me has to live with."