I love you. I couldn’t be more of a mess right now, but I can’t believe I haven’t told you because I have, for so long now, and it’s like I don’t have anything else to give you, anyway. Not time. Not my full attention. Not the kind of boyfriend you deserve. But my heart, such as it is, you do have that.” I am struck by my previous reluctance for regret, as if regret were the worst possible consequence of living.

Author: Mary Ann Rivers