(Source: nepenthe--pareidolia)
When she’s babbling on about something. When you’re arguing. When you see her. When you’re with her. When you’re with your friends. When she cries. When shes happy. When she does something you love. After you ask her out. After she says she loves you. After you just kissed her. Before you leave. My point is, whenever you get the chance to kiss her, kiss her. It makes her feel loved.
We were never lovers, and we never will be now. I do not regret that, however, I regret the conversations we never had, the time we did not spend together. I regret that I never told him that he made me happy when I was in his company. The world was the better for his being in it. These things alone do I now regret: things left unsaid.

