Backward Glance of Regret

We’re friends who never should have been lovers. It’s my fault for believing fond affection between friends was the same as the romantic love between partners. I pushed. You went along. Now everything is all messed up, you’re gone and we’re not friends anymore. C.C.

There are those who pass like ships in the night,
who meet for a moment, then sail out of sight
with never a backward glance of regret,
folks we know briefly then quickly forget.
Then there are friends who sail together,
through quiet waters and stormy weather,
helping each other though joy and through strife.
And they are the kind who give meaning to life.

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