I regret not telling you that I love you I regret not telling you about all the things that I love about you I regret not telling you about how fun those times I spent with you were I regret not telling you all the things we did together that I treasure I regret minding too much about how my voice would have trembled if I had told you all these feelings.
You are walking down the hall when you see her. She stops and stares, and here, alone in the cool, shadowed corner of the palace, there is no longer any pretense that you do not know each other.