I should have said it then.

It's eating me up inside. I knew he was the one, you know? Everyone around us knew. But I was scared. Scared of getting hurt, I guess. Scared of messing it up. So I played it cool. Said I wasn't ready for anything serious. He was so understanding, so kind. He didn't push. Just...accepted it.

Now he's getting married. To someone else. And I'm happy for him, I really am. But God, the regret is like a punch in the gut every time I see her picture. I should have told him. I should have risked it. Now it's too late. Maybe in another life, things would have been different. I just keep replaying all the moments where I could have said something, done something. Now I'm just left with a lifetime of 'what ifs'.