I am writing you this ,
The girl with regrets,

My heart is filled with regrets too, and the biggest regret of my life is how we consumed each other. Once upon a time, we tasted love and cupcakes, but now we are just the fumes of a cigarette. We inhaled each other’s loneliness so much and so often that we became addicted to it, and we fell down like ashes. It’s a little ironic to see how I did not appreciate what I had until my ignorant heart reminded me with fits of pain.

And the rawness of this regret is so intimidating. The moment before you reach the tipping point and break is horrifying. It takes the breaths out of your lungs, rips your mouth apart and plunges the words that were once left unspoken inside your tongue. Press regret between your teeth for too long and you cannot look yourself into the mirror anymore.

Don’t hate yourself for the mistakes you made. Regret often turns into hatred, I know—love losing its presence from your heart, and ever so silently, a poison of unwanted, unasked questions make you its prisoner. Once, a prisoner of love. Now, of questions and regrets. Love turns quiet, a humming voice taking its last breath and you step further away from the stars that you once held so dearly, so closely, fading into a night where the sun never rises.

The curtains to openness have been drawn and you stand behind it, away from everyone, too scared to step out and too worried about letting the audience applaud for your bravery. The audience, you suppose is empty who will not understand the regrets. But believe me, somewhere in that audience, there is someone who'd understand your regret and wants to reach out to you.

To let you know, the right things in life involve regret. And a choice without the doubt of a regret is a choice that will not be remembered.
And, you get used to the choices, after all.

And the crumpled note has made me say this all.