regret

Okay - really. Regret is like a dagger to the sleeve. Or wherever you happen to place your particular heart. You can't go forward and back is never an option - or has never been to me anyway. It bites and you just live with it like a cancerous lession that you know KNOW is really not going to get better. Time - time is all that you have and yet time is your enemy. You my friend are not getting any younger - are you? Had that expensive plastic surgery yet? No. You have not. Not getting any younger or prettier. More experienced and more educated yes. Does that count? Depends on who is doing the math.