10/17/2026
About a million years ago, I met a woman who was absolutely perfectly beautiful in every way. Her face, her body, her mind, her values, her tastes, her politics, all of her. She took me to Albie's for my birthday and we kissed at the end of the night, but she sat alone in the dark crying because she was still hung up on her ex... and maybe I was still hurting from mine.
Something in me knew that wasn't the foundation of anything healthy, it wasn't something that I could even explain to you because I was still not really in touch with my own feelings. I wish I knew how to do that then, because I wanted so much to be the one to see her through that, to be her hero, to be her everything; but I knew it wasn't right, I knew it was just a fairy tale in my own mind.
I had no idea what I was even doing with my own life, or what I wanted out of my self. It never went any further than that kiss. I never even spoke to her again, I was such a fu***ng coward. I can't even remember her last name, but I still think about her to this day. She's one of the few who I sincerely hope found whatever it took to make her happy,
Have you ever wanted to do something over, even knowing it might disappoint you in the end, just so you could have those sweet moments in between?