regret
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There was a woman living in my house who looked exactly like me. I noticed her before I saw her. That is how these things usually begin. Not with apparitions standing at the foot of the bed or doors slamming themselves in the middle of the night. Nothing so theatrical. It began with a coffee…
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Regret has a funny way of dressing itself up. It doesn’t walk into the room saying, I was wrong.It walks in pointing fingers. It says, They made me do it.They stole from me.They never loved me.They kept me down. Meanwhile, everywhere they go… there they are. You can change cities.Change partners.Change jobs.Change friend groups. But…
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There are moments in life when time doesn’t move forward—it shoves you. And no matter how hard you dig in your heels, you’re forced to take the next step when all you wanted was to freeze. To sit in the mess. To not be the one who had to carry the weight of a decision…
