Great Almost.
Today at work, an old fling came in to have lunch with his mother. When I first saw him, I was surprised because I have shoved him in the past. I didn’t think anything of it until afterwards. He could have been a really amazing boyfriend. He put up with all my needs, he dealt with my mood swings, he was there for me, and he gave me the upper hand. Not only did he have genuine, good hearted interest in me… he is someone who has wonderful boyfriend abilities. Every time people bring him up, I always make him sound like such a creep. I tell people that he was “too nice”, “he liked me too much”. I say things like this to cover up my regret. I regret what I did to him, I regret not finding out what could have happened.
