If I had to do it all over, the mistakes and heartaches, the breakups and makeups. It’d be with her. I fucked up so bad with her. I kept distancing myself and I got trapped in my mind for a bit. Even if I don’t ever get it right, I’d still want to be able to go back and try at least. And I’d just be grateful that instead of being trapped in my mind, I’m trapped in a time loop of the short story that was us. I'd be there when she wanted me to be, I'd stop distancing myself and I'd let her love me because I love her.
We’re my favorite story and I wish I got it right. I'll always regret that.