Throughout my life, I’ve learned—or rather, I’ve been taught—not to have regrets.
No regrets about decisions, relationships, or even silly purchases.
But today, I feel regret.
Regret that I don’t regret regretting.
Today, I think of all the times I rushed to my room—
to watch a movie, to pet my cat, or to simply lie on my bed.
I realize now: cherishing those we love in our hearts isn’t enough.
We must show them.
Be with them.
Touch them.
Real regret is born from losing what can never be replaced—
from wishing we could rewind time but knowing we can’t.
So instead, I rewind memories.
Cherished memories.
As I lie on my back, tears hidden from the world,
my cat snoring gently in the background.
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