Too Late Now
That day I made the decision, I know I was pretty sure that that was what I want-- that I want to free myself and explore other things instead. But the day the fruit of that decision came made me want to take everything back-- time, decision, opportunity. I was so devastated, I couldn't even look back to the people who chose the path I didn't take, the people who took the place I'm supposed to be having, simply because I chose differently. The fruit always tasted bitter and salty on my tongue. I thought that day I was finally becoming braver, not being afraid to take new ways, but it only made me think less of myself. There are so many regrets, up until now, whenever I realize how much I have wasted. And a lot of times, I feel the ache over and over again, as if it was my first time realizing it. I miss it, I miss being there, I miss being with them.
