Regretting You Summary Novels & Stories

Because in the end, when they’re gone, regret can become a heavy burden— one that’s hard to erase from our hearts and minds. So while we still have the chance, let us not waste the opportunity to show our love and appreciation to the people who matter to us. Because in the end, the most painful kind of regret is realizing that you didn’t do everything you could to keep them, to show them how much you loved them while you still had the chance. Until next time, – Ms. Yaen :) Up next:

When Georgina saw me, she hurriedly got up from the couch and walked toward me, her eyes already turning red. "You little rascal. You still remembered you have a home here! You’ve been gone all these years without even coming back to see me." I felt somewhat guilty about my earlier thoughts and said with a choked voice, "Georgina..." Linda walked over to Georgina's side, gently patting her back. "The doctor said you can't get too emotional. How did you forget this so quickly?"

I just hope that he’ll not regret his decision in the end because I know how it feels to have regrets. Regrets is one of the painful feelings I ever felt. I have so many regrets in the past. I have so many things I want to look back in the past and if I would be given a chance to change it…I will. I regret that night. That night where I last saw Ronald. I regret that night. I regret that I ran away. I regret that I didn’t talk to him at least. I regret…that I didn’t even clear the things between us. I regret that…I didn’t have the proper goodbye.

At the way he was still here. “Yeah,” I said. “For the first time in a year. Yeah, I am.” Outside the window, sirens. Far away. My phone buzzed one last time. A text. From an unknown number. “This isn’t over, Sarah. You think you won. But I’m just getting started. - D” I stared at it. And then I deleted it. Because there are some games you don’t play anymore.

He was also devastated by all of this, and he felt tormented by all the things that happened to him. "So eat?" Ayden asked. The man took a deep breath and steeled himself. Every night, he always spent reading one sheet of Cheryl's diary. Ayden will not understand in one night how guilt and regret when he saw every word that sounded so sincere from his daughter. Ayden knows Cheryl is lonely. Very. Two adults were silent while contemplating life with deep regret for neglecting their beautiful daughter. God always has a way so that every person who has done something wrong will regret his every action. Cheryl's departure brought sorrow to everyone she knew.

"Do you regret it?" "Every day." His voice cracked. "I regret calling Hayes. I regret hiding in that car and watching him take you away. I regret staying silent for years. I regret not fighting harder to tell you the truth before you married him. But I don't regret spending two years searching for you. And I don't regret loving you, even if you can never feel the same way."

I thought back to five years ago when I foolishly rebelled against my parents, even cutting off ties with them. Now, here I was, battered and bruised, left with nothing but regret. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the weight of it all. Seeing me cry, Titus, who had been visibly angry moments ago, suddenly panicked. "Wait, you're really crying? When I got your text yesterday, I rushed back. Who hurt you? Tell me, I'll make them pay! "Mom and Dad are downstairs. It's been five years. They've really missed you."

“I was stupid. Foolish. I promise you. Just give me a chance to make things right, please,” “Then you should have thought about that before you decided to dumpe,” I shot back, my voice firm. “I can’t take you back. I'm sorry,” There was a long pause. I could see the regret etched on his face. “I know I messed up. I regret letting you slip away. Every day since, I’ve wished I could turn back time. I wish i had never let you go. God I'm such a fool.” I felt my heart waver for a moment, but I quickly steadied myself. “Regret doesn’t change what you did, Blake. I need to move on. I deserve better.”

Chapter Six Too Late Abe Regret was a funny thing. People always talked about it like it arrived all at once. Like a lightning strike. Like some dramatic realization that changed everything overnight. In reality? Regret came in pieces. Tiny little reminders scattered throughout your day. A song. A scent. A restaurant. A laugh that sounded almost like hers. And every single one felt like a knife. I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. The city stretched endlessly below.

She whispered: “Mommy, why does that man's face look so red?” I smoothed her damp hair back. “Because he threw away the best thing he ever had, and now it's too late for regrets.” The red in Dante's face went toward purple. Humiliated by a civilian in front of everyone. Exposed by a five-year-old. Whatever was left of his dignity crumbled. “Mia. Don't push me.” He stepped forward fast, hand reaching for my arm. “A Moretti woman doesn't just leave for whoever she—” His hand didn't reach me.