Regrets Collect Like Old Friends Novels & Stories

"Out of all this, your pain is what I regret most, and I will carry the knowledge of that hurt with me for the rest of my life, and acknowledge that I did that to you. Oh, don't get me wrong. I regret with every atom of my being what I did, regret folding to his demand, regret not finding another job, regret going to work for the company in the first place, even moving to this town. I regret so much. "But what I don't regret is every instant I spent with you. I don't regret a single moment of your sardonic wit, even when it was at my expense. You made me laugh so much and be so happy with our life together, even when we argued. I don't even regret a single tear I shed with you before today.

And as much I'm enjoying the movie playing in front of me, I still couldn't get over with the conversation I had with Andrew, it keeps on coming back into my mind, especially when he said that I'm gonna regret it. What did I even do? and what am I gonna regret? I still can't believe what happened. I thought I could trust him. I used to rely on him, but I guess they're right, nothing lasts forever, just like our friendship and soon my marriage. I couldn't help the sigh escaping from my lips, as I ponder what I even did to deserve this, first my parents and now Andrew, I'm just too unlucky. I feel unwanted like I used to feel back when I was in high school.

“My chest felt like something was inside it. Something too heavy for me to carry.” “If you know it’s too heavy for you to carry, then why are you carrying it alone? Doesn’t the load become lighter if you unload some of them by sharing it to the others? You multiply your happiness, Beatrice. And you may divide your sorrow and share it with your friends.” He sat beside me. I smiled bitterly. “I have no friends except for Christina. “Except for my family, she’s the only one I have.” tears simmered in my eyes. “Do you know my biggest regrets? It’s hardening my heart when it should not be the case.

Brent When life your life flashes before your eyes ; you want to make sure you have no regrets when you think its about to end. Clara always used to say something that had always stuck with me , even when I look back now she had a point. Before I asked her to marry me , she got caught in the crossfire of a war she didn't start and I felt guilty for putting her in a situation she shouldn't have gone through. Her forgiving and understanding nature has always been the reason I kept trying to be a better man . She always said ; there can be no regrets, all you need to say is lesson learned, I understand now and thank you .She's always thinks I don't trust her .Fact is I do. She's always been my

I ruined that smile, that laughter, that joy! I ruined her and then I ruined it all! My jaw tightens slightly at the memory, the familiar weight settling into my chest like something that has long since made itself at home there. Regret is an interesting thing. It doesn’t ever fade, It sharpens and the longer you live, the deeper it cuts. And I have lived long enough to understand that there is no redemption waiting for me at the end of this. Only repetition. Only her. Again! And again. And again.

Whether you regret it or not has nothing to do with me. "But please forgive me! I've learned my lesson!" Leonardo crawled toward me on his knees, clutching the hem of my dress as he sobbed. "From now on, I will treat you well. I swear. Just say the word, and I'll do anything!" I looked at him and chuckled. "You want me to forgive you? Leonardo, do you not understand? Every time I see you, I think of Jack." His face drained of all color immediately. "I…"

Bitter- Sweet Delight. CLARA I slipped off. My bad. And there was no way in hell I'd sit there and remind myself of what Mike and I used to be. The memories, reliving them now and forcing myself to forget the terrible breakout, weren't exactly bad. We had fun times, but Mike wasn't here to talk about that.

The release of the collection should have made me elated, after all it was the moment I had been working towards, a day when all my efforts would finally yield result and I would gain the recognition for the work I had put in but instead, there was this unsettling feeling. It gnawed at me and I kept feeling like there was a screw I'd left loose somewhere. When I told Rina, she termed it paranoia, saying, "Calm down, Sara. You are just excited and nervous for the launch." "As soon as the line drops, it'll be gone." I thought so too or at least, I thought she was right and I just had to wait until then. A laugh interrupted my thoughts and I lifted my head to see Lena walking in with a tray of

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

"Every conversation. Every fight. Every time you looked at me like I was the only person in the room." He was quiet for a moment. The jukebox switched to a sad song about a truck and a dog. "So do I," he said. "And most of it keeps me up at night." We talked for three hours. Not about business. Not about Victor. Not about the past. About small things. Books we had read. Movies that made us cry. The way Lily laughed when she was trying not to laugh — that snorting thing she does that she got from me. For the first time in years, I forgot to be angry.