Suddenly, out of the blue this evening, I had this huge pang of something... regret? Desire? Something else? I can't quite put my finger on it, but it involved RB and for the life of me, I can't think why. There was this wish that things had turned out differently and we'd actually made a stab at dating each other, rather than her getting scared about some kind of baggage she was carrying. I don't know what brought it on but even now a few hours later the feeling is still lingering a little, if not as intense as it was earlier.
Weird.
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