Novel & Cerita I Don T Want To Regret

Then, she tightened her arms around me. "Of course I do. We've been together for ten years. If we don't get married, what else would we do? Why are you overthinking this?" Yeah. Ten years. But the words carved into that metal box kept flashing through my mind. [The greatest regret of my life is that I couldn't marry you.] Natasha let go of me and immediately started talking excitedly about tomorrow's wedding rehearsal. She even started imitating the pastor reciting the vows. "For richer or poorer… In sickness and in health…

But… I don't want to leave Daddy…" I held back my tears and gently reassured him, "Daddy and Grandma Patricia don't want us to stay here. Do you want to call him Uncle Leo for the rest of your life?" He froze for a moment, then slowly put down the toy car. Tears welled up in his eyes as he pleaded with me, "Can I at least spend this birthday with Daddy before we leave? I just want one last memory with him." He refused to call him "Uncle Leo".

Emily. My life has never been more miserable than it is now, I had thought I had it all. That getting Gwen’s property was my best plan, I had thought I would get away with it but I was wrong. I started regretting my decisions the day after Ian left, I haven’t seen him since then and he hasn’t bothered to come visit either. I kept telling myself that I should not have done what I did, I shouldn’t have taken Jason out of his house that day. I should have closed my eyes to the past—to how he treated me and then moved on with him.

"Beverly, my decision kills me every night, and yes, you are, once again, correct. I could have handled things better. I could have not hurt Clara like that, but I was blinded by something so flashy that I buried my true feelings, and now, it was back to bite me in the ass!" I was breathless, pained, sweaty, annoyed. There were so many emotions, so much hate that was directed toward myself more than anyone else. Beverly's smile disappeared. "Oh, you do have a heart!" "Surprise," the word fell out empty, void of any enthusiasm. "So if you're going to ask me if I regret it? I do! I fucking regret letting Clara go. I regret it every day, and yes, I'm so sure I want a divorce. I can't keep foldi

“Tried to kill my child. There’s no coming back from that.” “I know.” Her voice is small. “I just… I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret because of me.” Something breaks loose in my chest. “Regret?” I stare at her. “The only thing I regret is not seeing this coming sooner.” “That’s not what I meant” “I know what you meant.” I step back, running a hand through my hair. “You think I’m going to lose myself over this. That I’ll become something worse.” She doesn’t deny it.

My body feels like a ghost, I am moving in my own accordance but I am at the same time floating. "I wanted to stop it." He adds and I don't want to hear this coming from him because this is no use already. "I really wanted to stop it. I didn't want to say my I Do." Hugo you're making my heart so confused. I don't wanna hear that. I don't wanna hear those words. I don't wanna hear your regrets. I don't wanna hear you right now. Not here. I kept chanting those words in my head to remind myself that we are both being selfish.

OV No one knows how but everyone has things that they regret. Some regret not treasuring what they had, but they realize too late that what they had was precious. Some regret unsaid thoughts and words when they had the opportunity to say them. Others regret not being courageous enough to take risks. Hamdan was no exception. He had a lot of regrets. He regretted being selfish, he regretted not trusting his beloved wife, he regretted driving her away yet his biggest regret was not being there for his wife. The last call she made to him was like a wakeup call to his selfish self.

"Mom, you and Dad failed as parents. I'm just glad I wasn't raised by you and that I didn't end up like William. And forgiveness? That's not happening. "What really killed me was your indifference. If I had the choice, I'd wish I'd never been your child. But I won't let you die." I pressed my hand to her forehead and pulled away. "You'll live and spend the rest of your life drowning in guilt and regret." … I was sitting by the hospital window when Mom suddenly jolted awake. She ripped out her IV line and lurched off the bed, her face streaked with tears as she cried my name.

You're comfortable there because that's where you have control; it's where you know the lay of my emotional land. 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 to just 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.

You're comfortable there because that's where you have control; it's where you know the lay of my emotional land. 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 to just 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.