missing

I miss you. For the past couple of days I find myself missing you more and more. I thought I've moved on. For one thing I don't look at you the same way as I did before. You're not on a pedestal anymore. But I still miss you. I kept finding myself thinking about the "What If's". And I kept on looking back at a time where I could've told you how I felt and I know that I had a chance. A chance that you felt the same way. I miss you. I wish I could turn back time but I am not sure if that's what I want. I am happy now. It even surprises me how I can be happy without you. Then again this question lingers on my mind: "What if I told you how I felt and you felt the same way? Would I be happier than I am right now?"

Regrets. I always said that I have none. All along, I have been lying. You. You are one of the things that I regret most. You. We could've been something more. It's not your fault. You were just being you and I was just being me. I was being my usual coward self.