Miscellanea

She Regrets

I sat down beside you on that rooftop. And I told you that I was happy for you.

I asked what her name was, and you told me that she's four months pregnant.

I asked you where you met, and you told me where you spent the holidays together.

I asked you if you were happy, and you told me sometimes you wish it would have been me.

And I left you then because it's not fair for her.

She shouldn't have any reasons to feel hurt.

And I shouldn't be one of the reasons she regrets taking a risk with you.

Because I wish it was me, too.