Regrets

I wish I'd tried harder to see Steven as a man, and not a brother.

I wish I'd tried harder to get to know Mark, instead of just screwing him.

Good men. Great fathers. Laid back friendly easygoing friends.

I have very few regrets. But these two are weighing heavily on my mind today.

How did I become so high maintenance?

Why is it that my regrets are actions I didn't take, but my greatest longing is for some sort of action taken by another?

I fucking hate being the pursuer.

I grow so easily bored with taking things slow.