Harropography's gone all soppy this evening.. Woops. Let's blame this Thought Catalog (sic) article...
In particular, the following lines are calling to me:
"The truth about love is that it is so bound up with regret that it seems impossible to separate the two. You regret the words you said, which you didn’t realise would come out so badly. You regret how vulnerable you let yourself be, how you cracked open your chest to reveal your still-beating heart. You regret all the chances you gave, the forgiveness you bled so freely. ... You regret the beginning, because it could only ever lead to this. You regret the ending, because of everything you’ll never get back. You try so hard not to regret everything in between, but you do."
Inspiring (creatively) stuff.
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