Life shouldn’t supposed to be lived with “What if’s”, because that is not a healthy way to live. Having regrets is not something I’m keen on, I’m sure no one is. Even so, there is one thing that crosses my mind quite often, even after all those years, that begins with those two dreading words.
Am I ready to go through Inferno for this one or shall I not write about it? It’s haunting, it’s depressing, it’s chaos in my heart. All right… My biggest regret happened more than a decade ago. Question after questions, hidden answers and lots of regrets. That is how I would sum up this tragedy. I can’t write about it, because it tears my heart, but I wrote a poem a couple of months ago. You’ll find the answer there.