(March 15)I added this because it seems unfair and a little too abstract. I defiantly found more and more regrets are building up lately.
More and more you realize how much the saying: "you don't know what you have till
its gone" applies no matter how much you fight it. I think though it was meant as a lesson it was also meant as just a simple truth. It directs you to get more out of where you are which is defiantly important but no matter how much you fight it, it still happens. Though it has been said many times, even in this little space we created, things seem smaller in the moment and just get bigger. You learn to appreciate things more (and more things), and *your heart gets bigger* so your branches grow more branches. But the small things are the things in life that will mean the most to you. And defiantly the little things in life you find in life should always be consciously hung onto. And even when you look back and find you have missed something you should have kept, you know can realize that the collection of little things you have are the things that meant the most to you in the first place.
No Regrets.

p.s.everything has its exceptions. And as always did I really get my true point across?:P
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To whom it may concern,

moments snap together like magnets, forging a chain of shackles, I can trace them. I can even with time pull them apart again. but why at the start were they magnetized at all - just those particular moments and no others, I don't know nor does anyone's else. Yet if I don't know - if I can never know that- then what am I doing here.

-Peter Shaffer
***
we were in the dark
and you were painted in colors that only we knew
our bodies bathed in the blue of a gelatran moon
you caught me, i was staring into you
and you had me
***
she met me at our coffee shop a few years later
was he worth the lies
was he worth the pain
Your hurting now and ask me to care
I'll try to be more, but there are pages that were torn
i say all these things but i leave so much unsaid
all these words are just words behind longing, jealousy and thinking of your bed
***
without revealing too much :P :)

love,
journal