THE REGRETS
This was the moment it finally dawned on me - slow, heavy, and unavoidable that my life was beginning to fill with regrets. Regret didn't arrive loudly. It crept in quietly, like a cold wind slipping through a broken window. At first, it was just a thought. Then a feeling, and soon, it became everything. Every memory, every silence, every lonely night whispered the sea painful truth;I had lost more than I ever realized. I missed my parents, I missed their love - the kind that protected without conditions. I missed how they stood beside me, guiding my steps, helping me build a future before I even understand its value. They never allowed me to feel devastated or lost. They were my shield, my safety and my light. And I walked away from all of it. Now, life felt empty, the life that was once filled with laughter, care, and a bright future had turned into a path of sorrow. Love had been replaced by loneliness, hope by regrets, dreams by disappointment. I was living in the ruins of the choices I made, haunted by the choices of warnings, I refused to hear.
Every night I replayed my past like a broken film. My father's firm voice, my mother's worried eyes, their advice ignored, itmf only I had listened.
Regret became a shadow that followed me everywhere. It sat beside me in silence, it slept next to me at night, it spoke louder than my thoughts. I wondered how I could have been so blind, so stubborn, so convinced that love alone was enough to survive in a world full of deception, I wished I had never met Wilson Mark.
That name alone felt like a course, once it brought butterflies to my heart, now, it brought pain. I realized too late that some people enter your life not to stay, but to teach you lessons the hard way. He was not my destiny, he was my test. In my regret I began to see things clearly, the fantasy I once lived in was an illusion, carefully crafted to trapped my heart. I had mistaken control for care, manipulation for love, and now stripped of everything familiar, I stood alone with my consequences. Sometimes, I imagined my life as a broken crown - once shining, now scattered on the ground. I had been a princess in a kingdom of love, and I traded it for a love that vanished when I reached out. Yet in the middle of regret, something strange happened. A quiet voice rose within me, it wasn't loud, it wasn't angry, it was calm, Steady and honest.
It reminded me that regret, though painful was also a teacher. That even the deepest mistakes could become the beginning of wisdom, that falling didn't mean I was finished. I began to long for forgiveness - not just from my parents, but from myself. I didn't know how to fix what was broken. I didn't know how to return to the girl I used to be. But for the first time, I wanted to try
. Regret had opened my eyes. Pain had softened my heart, maybe - just maybe this wasn't the end. Maybe regret was the doorway to redemption.