Sometimes I regret why I didn’t choose you.
You have a girlfriend now. Things didn’t work out between us back then because you were busy and I… I was too busy falling in love with the thought of somebody else. A while passed after that, we stopped talking for a while. I’ve moved on from my previous thoughts and decided I wanted to focus on other things. I’ve developed a crush on someone, but it’s nothing more than that. You & I recently talked again and I told you about this new guy. You told me that he was lucky, that if he doesn’t like me, it’s his loss. I asked you about your new girlfriend. I was surprised you had one, but not too much because I knew you were such a charming guy that any girl would fall for your looks and personality combined. We kept talking about this guy, and of course, I, being the unsure and insecure girl I am, went off feeling as if this new guy was definitely out of my league. He was smart, handsome, charming, anything a girl would be looking for.
You told me to go and try to chase him. Try to become close and maybe later on, develop something between us. You were right, that I should go give him a chance. Then you started telling me about how amazing of a girl I am, so why wouldn’t he like me, right? And right then and there, you told me that you regret not picking me.
What should I do? I stopped for a while and thought about it. I smiled. Is he serious? Am I that pretty, kind, and funny? Am I that great of a girl? I thought. You wished me luck with this guy, and I wished you luck with your girlfriend. At the end of the day, you got me laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling thinking…
I guess I regret not picking you either.