Regrets

I almost never regret anything i've done in this life. Never never never. Regret is a waste of time; it hangs you up on the past on something that you can't possibly change. It doesn't mean that i don't learn from mistakes, it just means that i very, very rarely regret them. Anyone who knows me, will know that this is true, this is one of the philosophies in my life.

I woke up this morning feeling a profound sense of regret. A few weeks ago, i got into a fight with a dearest friend. I thought she was wrong, she thought that i was being stupid and childish. Its not important who's right or wrong; i can hardly even remember or even bother with the reasons why we fought. What i regret is that we fought, that i shouted at her.

I think she doesn't know how important she is to me. Up to this morning, i think i didn't know either. Its almost as though, a dream visited me in the night and told me that i was being a fool: friendships like the one we have (had?) are a one-off affair. God doesn't make many of these. No matter what the problem was, it isn't worth messing up the friendship. It isn't worth the fight, the weeks and weeks of silence and anger.

I'm sorry.