Regrets
We all have regrets, some bigger than others.
At one time I could avoid mine, life was to hectic to think and when time caught up with me I drank them away.
Then I came to D.C and one of my biggest regrets met me head on. I don't think I'll ever be able to describe the pain that laced through me, when he told me "I've missed you". I suppose it was too much to hope he had forgotten about me. So, as usual instead of dealing, I hide. I did what I do best; ran. Figuratively this time and the bourbon helped me along the trip, until his coma.
Then things started to change. So slowly at first I missed it. I try not to think about his 'hiatus' which works for the most part. It's a shame I can't make 'her' disappear. Although I've tried, to the point I ran out of Bourbon the other day.
Can you imagine? The Director of NCIS out on an alcohol run, wondering how much it would cost me to pick up that mindless fuck and disappear down a back alley.