…mostly low.

Have you any idea of how much time I spend wishing I hadn’t done that or said this? Just now when I was sitting working, this image pops into my head. You came up to me in this crowded room. I treated you bad as always, or so it seems to me now. I asked you for something and you wouldn’t give it to me, I persisted and sounded annoyed even in my ears. Instead of what I asked for, you presented this rose. Tiny, cute and perfect. I stared at you for awhile. So unexpected. So undeserved. Why, oh why did I mess everything up? Why am I such a fool?

My life is full of these moments. Precious to me now. That rose is still in my possession. I’ve carried it with me where ever I’ve went.

*sighs* Bedtime now.