A/N: This is a gift fic for two friends of mine, Midnight Crystal Sage, who let me rant about these bottled up feelings, and PirateGoddess27, who suggested I turn those feelings into something constructive, instead of destructive. Thanks a lot you guys!
Couple: You pick :)
Regret… That is the unforgiving emotion I will have to live with for the rest of my life. Everyday I regret not telling him…telling him I liked him more than a friend. It was probably not love, but it was as close as I had ever gotten to it.
I always loved his cerulean eyes, although they never showed much emotion to me… And maybe, that's why I was drawn to him… because I had always wanted to know, what was he thinking? What was he feeling? He may have smiled, but the emotion never seemed to reach his eyes…
I always thought that the eyes were the window to your soul, to your emotions. They could give you away like an open book, or they could hide what you were really feeling. His was the latter, and I had always wondered, "Does he even feel at all?"
I never thought that time would run out on me like it did, but it did. And I learned that fateful day, that time was not always on your side. That eventually everything has to come to an end. Whenever I look back at it, I think about how naïve I was, thinking that those days would last forever.
Those three small words that held so much emotion could have saved me from this darkness, but I will never know, for I never said a word. He may have already known, but I still had not discovered the enigma that was him, and he was left a mystery to me.
I had said a simple good-bye, but you didn't even look back at me… you simply kept on walking without hesitation, without a word. Could it have been that you didn't want to say good-bye? Or maybe you just wanted to close this seemingly meaningless chapter in your life?
I will never know how you felt about me, or when time might bring me back to you again, or if it will bring me back to you at all, but until then…I will have to live with this sadness…this emptiness…this regret.