To the Things That Are Already Gone

To the regrets, the fleeting emotions, the days we can never return to.

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To the regrets, the fleeting emotions, the days we can never return to.

What would you do if you were ten times more courageous?

Perhaps not even close, not even once.
And yet I wonder why you still love me.

But somewhere along the way, we start to wonder—what happens when we don’t feel as noble, as fearless, as graceful? What happens when we feel unseen, rejected, or not enough?