my only regret about us, is that we started seeing each other in the worst of ways. too much tequila and a lot of loneliness. i would have loved to be wooed. for you to see me one day as i was ordering my morning coffee, and think wow, shes lovely (or weird, or interesting or beautiful or funny) . for you to hope each day ill be there. for you to work up the courage to talk to me, ask for my number, go on a date, kiss me. for our relationship be a result of you wanting me. not the result of a keg of heinekin. i know you love me now, and i love you as much as i ever could, but i would have loved a beautiful story to tell our children.