The shots we didn’t shoot

The doubts we let take over

The thoughts we left unfinished

The stuff that goes to waste.

The words we’ll never say

The love we never gave

The things we never spoke

Opportunities we left untouched.

It haunts me when I think of it

Everything that could’ve happened had I chosen a different path.

Some say everything happens for a reason; does it?

All the things I did

All the things I said

Everyone I hurt

I didn’t mean to.

& somehow I escaped more pain?

Lol, literally, his last name’s Pain

That would’ve been a nightmare

but was this path much better?

Would I be here, on this trip?

Somehow making amends w/ my old best friends?

Sitting next to one of my best friends who I might like?

W/ the closest friend group I’ve ever had?

The happiest I’ve ever been?

So maybe everything happens for a reason

Maybe it does

Either way would’ve been hell at some point

& honestly, I’ve been through enough sh*t by this point that what’s another risk?

In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take.